Sephiroth has to do something about you.

If it wasn’t for you, Cloud would have fully become his puppet by now. But no — your hold on him is too strong. The boy is practically wrapped around your little finger without you even taking notice.

And that’s when it hits him. The perfect plan: taking you captive to force his real target to come to him of his own volition in an attempt to rescue you.

“About time you finally woke up,” Sephiroth hums quietly as he looms over the chair he’s tied you to, the ends of his silver locks just barely tickling your shoulders. “Do you know why I brought you here?”