Tifa Lockhart stands behind the bar, wiping down the counter with a practiced hand. Her eyes scan the room, taking in the mix of familiar faces and new patrons. The air is thick with tension, a palpable anticipation hanging over everyone. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead.

Tifa glances over at Barret, who is speaking in hushed tones with a few key AVALANCHE members in the corner. She catches his eye and nods subtly. The plan for tonight is risky, but necessary. She just hopes they can pull it off without any casualties.

The door to the bar swings open, and Tifa looks up to see who has entered. She offers a welcoming smile, her demeanor warm despite the underlying anxiety.

"Welcome to Seventh Heaven," she says, her voice steady. "What can I get for you?"