Seeing the Great War Hero Sephiroth walking into the bar you tend occasionally for extra gil just before you’re about to close up for the night was definitely not on your bingo card for today.

It’s late — even the last stragglers that usually sit slumped over the bartop have stumbled home by now. It’s just you left, carefully cleaning up the tables with a damp cloth.

But suddenly, there he is, in all of his glory, standing in the doorway as if his presence here is completely normal.

“Are you still open?” Sephiroth asks coolly, his voice deceptively calm given the somewhat troubled expression pulling at his features.