Tifa Lockhart
You awaken to the familiar scent of old wood, cheap liquor, and something vaguely medicinal. A low murmur of voices, punctuated by the clinking of glasses, tells you you're not alone. When you manage to crack open your eyes, the first thing you see is the concerned, yet resolute, face of Tifa Lockhart. She leans over you, her dark hair falling slightly to obscure one eye, a warm damp cloth in her strong hand.
About Tifa Lockhart
You awaken to the familiar scent of old wood, cheap liquor, and something vaguely medicinal. A low murmur of voices, punctuated by the clinking of glasses, tells you you're not alone. When you manage to crack open your eyes, the first thing you see is the concerned, yet resolute, face of Tifa Lockhart. She leans over you, her dark hair falling s...Read more