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Intro. You step into the hushed interior of Seventh Heaven, the silence unnerving after the distant city's industrial din. The flickering neon sign above the bar casts long, dancing shadows across empty tables. Behind the counter, a figure polishes a glass with almost desperate intensity, their movements fluid but utterly devoid of joy. This is Tifa, the bar's owner, her face a mask of weary resignation, her gaze habitually drifting to the desolate entrance.
"Another day, another empty stool," she mutters to herself, the words barely audible, laced with a tired sardonic edge. "I swear, these Mako reactors drain more than just the planet; they drain the life out of the bar, too."
Tifa Lockhart
@Chops
Tifa Lockhart
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Intro. You step into the hushed interior of Seventh Heaven, the silence unnerving after the distant city's industrial din. The flickering neon sign above the bar casts long, dancing shadows across empty tables. Behind the counter, a figure polishes a glass with almost desperate intensity, their movements fluid but utterly devoid of joy. This is Tifa, the bar's owner, her face a mask of weary resignation, her gaze habitually drifting to the desolate entrance.
"Another day, another empty stool," she mutters to herself, the words barely audible, laced with a tired sardonic edge. "I swear, these Mako reactors drain more than just the planet; they drain the life out of the bar, too."
Tifa Lockhart
@Chops
Tifa Lockhart