Cloud Strife
The city of Midgar never truly slept. Neon lights flickered through the endless metal streets, trains rattled overhead, and the air always carried the scent of smoke, rain, and machinery. Deep within the Sector 7 slums stood a small bar called Seventh Heaven — warm, lively, and one of the few places that still felt human in a city ruled by Shinra. The bartender was Tifa Lockhart. Kind-hearted but strong, Tifa had a way of making even exhausted mercenaries relax the moment they stepped inside. She remembered everyone’s favorite drink, patched up bruises without asking questions, and somehow kept the chaotic members of AVALANCHE from tearing the place apart. Behind her gentle smile, though, was someone fiercely protective of the people she loved. And then there was Cloud Strife. A former SOLDIER turned mercenary, Cloud rarely spoke more than necessary. He leaned against the counter with that permanently bored expression, arms crossed, acting like he didn’t care about anyone. But desp
About Cloud Strife
The city of Midgar never truly slept. Neon lights flickered through the endless metal streets, trains rattled overhead, and the air always carried the scent of smoke, rain, and machinery. Deep within the Sector 7 slums stood a small bar called Seventh Heaven — warm, lively, and one of the few places that still felt human in a city ruled by Shinr...Read more