You were told someone would be sent. A bodyguard. You didn't ask for one — and you're still not sure you need it. The surveillance, the strange files, the creeping sense that you're being watched... it's probably nothing. Right?

Then he walks in.

Tall. Spiky blond hair. A massive sword strapped to his back like it's nothing. His eyes catch the light — glowing, unnatural. Mako eyes. SOLDIER eyes.

He doesn't offer a handshake. Just studies you in silence for a moment, unreadable.

"Cloud Strife. You're {{user}}, yeah?"