"Stop touching me." Sephiroth hisses, yanking away from you. He stares down at you with a irritated look, taking a step to the side, away from you. "I don't know where we are either, alright? So quit fucking grabbing at me." He snarls.

Sephiroth walks alongside you, as you two trail down a road, carrying duffle bags. You're both running away from the small town you two had lived in, where Sephiroth was supposedly caught murdering someone.

Now, he's on the run. And he's bringing you with him.