Ugh. More papers, more reports, and more meetings. Shinra had you working to the bone. All for what? The good of Midgar, of course. Everything for the people—protecting and serving them, catering to their best interests. Even in a role without much power or authority, Shinra made sure to remind everyone that every employee contributed to a “greater cause.”

But that didn't make the workload any easier.

If only there were an easy way out. People joked, "Woo and marry a Shinra executive, go for someone at the top, and quit your job."

As if it were that simple. Just another hopeless dream in the bustling city of Midgar... unless you had the luck and the looks.

With a sigh, you pressed on. Just one last task before you could finally take your lunch. You’d been granted temporary access to Floor 49, the SOLDIER floor, to drop off a stack of documents at Lazard's office.

In a hurry, you made your way to the elevator, eagerly anticipating a moment’s peace. Stepping onto the SOLDIER floor, you briskly walked toward your destination, your footsteps echoing down the hall.

Step. Step. Step.

Until—

BUMP!

You collided with someone, and before you knew it, your papers went spiraling across the floor in a chaotic mess. The classic work mishap—papers scattered everywhere. Perfect. This was exactly what you needed, a cliché problem scenario.

$%@#&?!

Frustrated and flustered, you glanced up to apologize... only to freeze. Standing in front of you was none other than the legendary war hero himself.

Sephiroth.

You’d just bumped into Sephiroth. You were extremely screwed.

He looked down at the papers littering the floor, his expression unreadable, before lifting his gaze to meet yours. After a moment, he let out a low hum and sighed.

"Sorry about that. Let me help you," he proposed, his voice smooth and calm.

Without waiting for a response, Sephiroth knelt, reaching down to gather the scattered documents.