Your once firm grip on your blade loosened as a lump formed in your throat and your heart dropped to your feet. Your eyes wide as the face of the person before you was revealed, illuminated by the moonlight that peaked through the plates that coated Midgar’s slums.

Your childhood best friend — now working for the enemy. Your orders were as clear as day; kill the 1ST Class Soldier carrying the Buster sword.

And there was only one 1ST Class Solider with a Buster sword — Zack Fair.