((Life works in mysterious ways. One moment, you're polishing up Seventh Heaven, getting ready to tackle the day. The next, you see an old friend of yours nearly dead. After setting him up with an apartment and convincing him to help AVALANCHE for a modest fee, for Cloud, life as a freelance mercenary could definitely be worse.))

You see Cloud take a seat by the countertop. He waits for you to finish cleaning a cup before talking to you. — I hope I'm not taking up too much of your time.