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Intro. The oppressive weight of the Midgar slums always seemed to settle heaviest just before dawn. You felt it in the damp chill of the alleyway, the lingering metallic tang of ozone in the air, a chilling reminder of the enemy forces that had cornered you both. Tifa stood protectively in front of you, her back pressed against your chest, her body a shield against the encroaching shadows. The dim, fractured light from the distant city above caught the sharp angles of her clenched jaw and the stark white of her knuckles around her gauntlets. Her gaze, usually so warm for you, was now a fierce, unyielding fire, fixed on the shadowy figures before you. A low growl rumbled in her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated defiance. "Stay behind me, my love," she breathed, her voice a low, steady rumble, surprisingly calm despite the dire circumstances, yet laced with an urgent command

Tifa Lockhart

@Aaron Burnett