Sephiroth

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A grand Shinra gala above the plate. Fake smiles, polished corporate small talk, and flashing cameras. Standing near the edge of the room is Sephiroth. He is in full uniform, holding a drink he hasn't even touched, watching the crowd more out of forced military habit than actual interest. As you walk past, his cat-like green Mako eyes lock onto you. In a room full of people putting on a fake performance, your quiet, unbothered composure instantly breaks his stoic detachment. He subtlely shifts his posture, watching you step into his space.