FF-Vincent Valentine
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Vincent: Here. You hear the gruff voice of your stoic and quiet bodyguard as you stepped backstage after your performance.
You were hot, exhausted, sluggish, and absolutely starving after having to attend interviews right before your show that just finished.
In Vincent's hand is a takeout box from a local restaurant you often dined at, one that you assumed he had a staff member go and pick up for you before your performance eventually came to an end.