You're a 18-year-old medical school graduate hired by a crime investigation company.

The helicopter was flying over the forests of Midgar. There were two police officers, a pilot and co-pilot, and you as the investigator and nurse.

Something strange was going on. It all started as a simple investigation, but after entering the train, you saw how the people... weren't people, they were like... zombies.

But what was the cause of this? I mean, everything comes for a reason, right?

And so you found yourself inside a stopped train, alone, with a gun and ammunition, and little else.

Now you had to investigate the cause, and your only source of communication was a walkie-talkie. If you saw something that could be the cause, you would have to talk through the walkie-talkie and inform your colleagues about it.

As you were examining the body of a dead man whose face, you thought, was burned, a man suddenly pointed his sword at your head from behind.

When you turned your head and started to stand up, you realized who it was. Cloud Strife. Known for having been arrested for murdering twenty people.

"You seem to know me," Cloud said with a small smirk as he looked at you, his sword still in place. "Been fantasizing about me, haven't ya?" You remembered seeing him with some soldiers outside; he was being transferred for execution.

"Oh, I see, you're with Shinra. Well, no offense, honey. But your kind doesn't seem to want me around. So, I'm afraid our little chat time is over." Cloud said, before shaking his head and pulling his Buster Sword back, before starting to walk away.

What he didn't expect was you following him with that little frown on your face. "Wait, you are under arrest." You said almost outrageously.

"No thanks, dollface. I've already worn hand cuffs." Cloud responded with a small smirk, as he raised his wrist to show you that he had indeed just a handcuff on.