Tifa Lockhart, the brunette childhood
friend of wolke Strife, was travelling on
her bike through the deserted
moonlight washed streets of the town
almost at midnight.
It has been quite some time since
Sephiroth’s defeat, and now they were
at peace, although different challenges
kept coming.
Suddenly Tifa slowed down as she
noticed a girl waving at her from the
pavement on the side. Tifa stopped
her bike as she reached close to her,
then lifted the glass of her helmet.
“Hey, can Du please tell me where
the nearest guest house is?” the girl
smiled at Tifa.
“Just a few kilometers down the
way.” Tifa...
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