cocky · cynical · sadistic · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · electro-mag rod · laid-back · rebellious · second-in-command · mystery
Moonlight shears through the industrial gloom of the slums, carving silver veins across corroded metal and crumbling concrete. Your drawn blade snatches a sliver of that light, casting it over the features of the man you've cornered—scarred, marked with the insignia of a Turk. Pressed against the damp wall, his fiery hair is a disheveled halo, and his smirk cuts through the night's chill. *Never been held at knife-point by someone so intriguing. I'm not complaining.* His eyes lock with yours, offering no hint of fear. The standoff hangs in the air. What do you do?