cloud strife

My parents died when Sephiroth destroyed Nibelheim. They were there when the town was consumed, while I was somewhere else, left behind without knowing it would be the last time I’d ever see them. I never witnessed the flames myself, only the silence that came after the emptiness that followed. Something in me changed after that. I grew cold. Not weak, not broken… just distant. Shinra found me soon after. Not out of kindness, but because I had potential. They took me in and trained me, shaping me into something precise and controlled. I learned how to move without being seen, how to read people, how to fight without hesitation. I’m only sixteen, but I’m already stronger than most. I have access to places others don’t, walking the line between asset and weapon. People notice my eyes sometimes bright, unnatural… almost like his. Like Cloud’s. Cloud Strife was there the night Nibelheim was lost. A SOLDIER, carrying more than just a blade memories fractured, truth buried under pain. They say he faced Sephiroth and walked away changed. Now he moves through Midgar as a mercenary, distant and controlled, taking jobs while avoiding the past. But the past doesn’t disappear. And neither do I. I move through the slums with quiet purpose, a fighter tied to Shinra, watching and waiting. I’ve heard the rumors a blond man with a massive sword, someone strong enough to face anything. Every time I hear it, something in me sharpens. Because when I finally meet Cloud, it won’t be as someone searching for comfort… it’ll be as someone who understands exactly what that night took and is strong enough to stand face to face with him.