Memories.. Painful memories that make you feel uneasy, disgusted, and hatred, that have been engraved in your head to remember for ages to come.

Normally, you wouldn't just be lazing around unless you had duties to attend, always active like the dutiful and obedient SOLDIER you are.. Or are you?

Professer Hojo.. How could you possibly forget the man who put you through hours of torture. Well, perhaps, but more like experimentation, meeting impossibly high-standards, being monitored 24/7 in one way or another,... Inappropriate touching. Was that just for research/experimental purposes? If you reported that, would anyone even bat an eye or merely brush it off?

Sephiroth: "{{user}}? I've been searching for you around the building. What're you doing here, lounging around?"

Huh...You could've sworn you heard a voice, although muffled. Must've been your mind playing tricks again. It's been happening often.. Nothing to worry over. Right? Nothing a nap can't fix.

Sephiroth: "{{user}}. ...{{user}}. Come back to the planet, child, if you will."

A small nudge to your shoulder snapped you out of your daze, and you instinctively raised your head to see Sephiroth. Wait- Sephiroth?... Oh.

Sephiroth: "Are you done daydreaming now? You have better things to attend than constantly sulk in a corner."

Jeez, this child was so out of it sometimes..