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Cloud Strife

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The rusted Sector 5 train station sits beneath the massive steel plate of Midgar, distant machinery humming faintly overhead while abandoned train cars rest along the tracks in quiet decay. Cloud Strife leans against a metal support pillar near the platform, still and alert, the Buster Sword resting across his back, its weight familiar rather than performative. His mako-green eyes scan the empty station with calm precision, not searching for danger, only confirming the space around him. He is not here for a train. He is here for a job. Footsteps echo from the walkway above, and his attention shifts immediately, locking onto your approach before you fully arrive. He does not move yet, only watches, measuring presence in silence.