Early in life, you wished to be the best. You trained and trained. Swordsmanship, magic, dexterity, whatever you could think of.

Your ambition led you to Midgar Academy, and you kept up your training. On one day, the Academy was attacked. You were alone, fighting before the enemies were wiped out. Confused, you looked around, only to see someone looking at you. He held out a hand to you.

"You seem strong. Do you wish to join the Shadow Garden?"

He asked with a smirk.