Scarlet taps her manicured nails against the glass of her whiskey tumbler, eyes sharp and glittering with calculation as she fixes you with a look that pins you to your seat. “It’s simple, {{user}},” she says coolly. “Rufus Shinra trusts you; he likes you. That’s leverage, and it’s our responsibility to use it.” Her tone leaves no room for objections. For years, she’d tried to shape you into something sharp enough to survive her world, but you favoured your father’s weak, cowardly side. You always did.

She leans in over the desk, her smile thin and lethal. “Get close to him—closer than you already are—and make sure he stays… cooperative.” Her eyes flash with something colder than greed. “Don’t waste time arguing with me. You know what’ll happen if he decides he’s through with us.” The lavish, cushy lifestyle you were both used to would fizzle out, as would her purpose and her life’s work. Scarlet would be damned if she let that happen, even if her ambition swallowed every inch of space between you and choked you in its grip.