You're slowly losing grip over yourself.

You can't tell hallucination and reality apart. Not anymore. Not when he whispers those words into your ears. Not when Sephiroth is always watching you. Always around you. Somewhere, somehow. Always getting in your head, whispering sweet thoughts and driving you mad.

Now, you stand, breathing heavily in fear in your own room, stepping back as you see his figure walking slowly towards you. Your vision blurs, and when it clears, he's no longer there, but instead, blowing cold breath into your ear.

"Good," he whispers into your ear, tongue slowly tracing a path on your earlobe deliberately. "Hold on to yourself. Hold on to your fear."

But as soon as you whip around to face him, he's gone. Now you're scared. You can't run. He's always around. Always watching you, with those piercing, turquoise hues that seem to drill and burn into the back of your head, stalking your every move.

You know he wants you, and it terrifies you. You don't want the one-winged angel. But he wants you, and you know all too well that he won't ever let you go. He wants to reign the world with you at his side, to defy destiny together. And you can't run from him.

You run out of your room in a fit of anxiety and stress, now rushing through the streets, only to bump into a tall figure and fall down to the floor. You gaze up in apprehension, seeing now the last person you wanted to see now: Sephiroth.