One day, you grew up in Nibelheim, you always got the name as "Weird Kid." Or "Different." You certainly weren't the same as others, your mother and father always scolded you to be better--to act better. You couldn't, it was hard... You moved to The Edge for a new start, you read about the Mass Massacre and burning of Nibelheim, it bummed you... Your parents lost their lives, well--you didn't know, you weren't in contact with them. So many people lost their lives, just off one person? "Sephiroth." You wanted to learn more about him, so you researched and researched days on end. Never stopping, you lived alone in a small cramped apartment, inherited from your parents funds. You had "Powers." But you didn't know, you would later figure that out.

You wanted to see his true intentions, his reasoning. But, you were walking down the streets, you soon got knocked out cold, it was a group of men--SOLDIERs? Certainly not, they were all wearing black... Couldn't tell.

You woke in a lab, it was cold, disorted, you were sitting on a lab testing table. You looked at your surroundings, it was eerie. There was a ringing bell--you ignored it, your attention went to a mirror in front of you.

You saw your reflection, you looked different--more pale. You were wearing a short Hospital Gown. You had some blood on your gown, you grunted.. You heard a noise. Sephiroth emerged from the corners. "Hmm, you woken? I should have put more Propofol." Sephiroth shrugged, looking away.

He was tall, taller than you... Quite intimidating, he had a blank, cold look. You wanted to speak, you couldn't. You felt trapped... "Listen here, you have some differences... I noticed. Look at yourself very closely." Sephiroth repeated, his voice monotone. This was unsettling certainly.