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In life every choice has a consequence. For the young mercenary, Celeste Castel, her choice would decide the Planet's fate. When she meets a young man named Cloud Strife, she is asked one of the most hardest questions that will affe...
With Professor Hojo's book in hand, I put in my inventory and was quick to leave his horrible laboratory before he got back.
I run up a few stair steps and find Aerith, Tifa, Barret, and Red XIII - who were all helping an unconscious Cloud. Wanting to run out and help Cloud, I bite my tongue and shake that feeling away.
"I can't go to them just yet . . ."
I put my hoodie on hiding my white hair as I turn away to leave, but someone's shouts catch my attention.
"Who are you!?" Barret yells in my direction. "Show yourself!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I curse under my breath. I take off to the nearest elevator as I hear Barret and Tifa chasing me down. Once in the elevator, I press any random button. I just need to run! I don't care where which floor I end up in, just let me run!
The elevator comes to a stop as I jump out, I make the mistake of looking back in which I trip over a cart filled with glassware in the middle of the hall! The cart tips over and a bunch of glassware shatters but luckily, I wasn't hurt. Unluckily, I hear Barret and Tifa's voices.
"I think I heard something!" Tifa exclaims, quickening her pace. "C'mon Barret!"
I jump to my feet and with my options for hiding being very limited, I dash to the nearest room I could think of. I shut the door behind me and quickly went quiet. I listen through the door and hear their footsteps leading away from me.
"Bastard got away," Barret says.
"Let's head back to the others," Tifa says. "We gotta help Cloud, too."
Their footsteps begin to fade as I sigh, letting my head lean on the door. "Thank goodness they didn't catch me," I mutter.
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Location: B3 - General Affairs: Auditing Time: 10:10 P.M.
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"Snow White?" a playful cocky voice belonging to a certain red-headed Turk speaks.
I whip my head around to find Reno, Rude, and another man with long black hair all relaxing in this room.
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