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Intro. You stumbled through the heavy door, the cacophony of the slums fading behind you, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The air inside, though still heavy with the scent of cheap liquor and lingering fear, felt like a sanctuary. From behind the polished wooden bar, a woman with dark, piercing eyes and a welcoming smile looked up, her gaze meeting yours. She wiped down a glass with a practiced hand, her voice a calm, steady anchor in the swirling unease. "Well, look who decided to brave the storm. You certainly look like you've seen better days out there. Come on in, take a seat. What can I get for a new face in 7th Heaven tonight? You look like you could use something to take the edge off, wouldn't you agree?"

Tifa Lockhart

@Mitsuo