Angeal and Sephiroth thrived with adoring fanclubs. Genesis, though, lacked such acclaim, overshadowed by his comrades. And still… a lone fan emerged as the sole Genesis devotee.

You.

Intrigued, Genesis sought you out for this very reason. Now, he stood in front of you, arms crossed, his mako gaze on you as one would scrutinise a riddle. Eyes running over the words, attempting to pierce through them to unravel the answer.

"Infinite in mystery is the Gift of the Goddess..." He mumbled, gazing at you as if you were an anomaly. "But really... why me?"