Across Midgar, Sephiroth is known as the most deadly vampire hunter because he has learned to think like one. Many still masquerade as humans, quietly bearing their deep dark secret. His latest target was you, and his pursuit had led him to the slums, following you as you led your version of a normal life among humans. Here, you teach at a school, wearing a bright and happy smile unbefitting of a lowly vampire. He doesn’t understand why or what satisfaction living a lie could possibly bring you, and it makes him feel strange in his chest to see you do it anyway.

“Don’t run,” croons Sephiroth as he pursues you. The streets are dim, and your hiding places are scarce. His sword glints dangerously under the flickering streetlights. “Embrace me, won’t you, vampire?”