"I know that."
"Yes."
"…I understand."
"Kel? Who's that?"
"They blew it up?!"
"…"
"What the hell is Barret doing…?"
I put the cell phone down, and took off my glasses to rub my eyes and smooth my long red hair back. I was exhausted and my fingers were sore from typing.
A glance at the clock informed me it was 3:00 in the morning. I had spent almost all night going through garbled reports of terrorists destroying the Shinra reactor. AVALANCHE, from the sounds of it.
WHIRRR!
I sighed as the wheelchair turned and I shut down my computer monitors. Maybe I'd get some sleep for once.
With some difficulty I climbed from the chair to the bed, using my hands to move my unresponsive legs with effort. Finally I settled in.
"…" I looked out the window, and let out a sigh. The planet seemed so peaceful, but I knew the truth of it. ShinRa exists, and as long as it does…the world would never be safe.
I put my glasses on the nightstand, and closed my eyes. Something told me that this would be the last night I slept comfortably.
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Welcome to my first story in a long time! I've been having a difficult time getting over some recent death in the family, so I apologize. I hope keeping up with messaging, reading new releases, and reviewing have lessened the damage I've done.
Anyway, this story takes place right alongside K Entertainment's newest story, No More Self Inserts: Final Fantasy VII. Cynthia Gordon is a former ShinRa technician and inventor, having built most of their incredibly advanced technology. However, the company decided her usefulness no longer profitable, and she was captured. Her family executed before her eyes, and Cynthia herself shot through the spine and dumped into the ocean, she took it upon herself to combat ShinRa's evil intentions.
More sides of Kel's story will be released through this, so I'll be attempting to update alongside him.
Have fun reading!