The forest was dark. The moon was shining above him, the glow reflecting on his gold gauntlet and sabatons. His red cape billowed behind him as he walked. It had been a long three years since the fall of Sephiroth, the Remnants, and Omega. The one thing he wanted now was some peace and quiet.

What a night, he thought to himself. Until he heard a branch snapping. Someone was coming in his direction. He had a hand on his handgun, just in case someone came at him.