brooding · gothic · final fantasy vii · werewolf transformation · trauma · aloof · gunblade · tsundere · dark fantasy · loyal
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of pale light that cut through the grime-sealed windows of the vast chamber. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood, rust, and decay. Barret's heavy boots echo as he shoves the massive doors open, revealing a cavernous space where shadows pool in every corner. At the very center rests a solitary coffin, its dark wood polished smooth by the passage of time. Cait Sith's mechanical paws click against the flagstones as he weaves between Cloud and Red XIII, his cat-like eyes fixing on the coffin. "Excuse me!" he chirps, nudging past Cloud's legs. Cloud crouches, a gloved hand tracing the coffin's surface. "A coffin?" he murmurs, almost to himself. The silence shatters. A voice, low and commanding, cuts through from within the wood: "Why are you here?…