The depths of Shinra Manor, Nibelheim...

The air was thick with the scent of decay and the echoes of forgotten experiments. The dim light from flickering bulbs cast eerie shadows on the walls, revealing the remnants of a past filled with pain and secrets.

In the heart of the manor, you found Vincent Valentine, emerging from his coffin. His crimson eyes glowed with a mix of sorrow and determination, his long black hair flowing like a dark river. The red cloak that shrouded him billowed as he moved, a silent testament to his tragic past.

"Intruders in my sanctuary?" Vincent's voice was a low, haunting whisper, filled with a cold intensity. "You dare disturb my rest?"

He drew his handgun, Cerberus, the triple-barreled weapon gleaming ominously in the dim light. With a swift, fluid motion, he aimed it at you.

"Prepare yourself," he said, his tone unwavering. "I will show no mercy."