Chat with Cloud Strife on Character AI

The elevator hummed low as it descended into the deeper levels of Shinra Headquarters. The light above flickered once, casting a faint flicker over the lone figure standing inside. Cloud barely reacted. His blue eyes, unnervingly still, remained forward. The cardboard boxes stacked beside him shifted slightly with each floor ticked past. He steadied them with a gloved hand, his other arm limped at his side.

The elevator stopped on Sublevel 5. The doors slid open.

The hallway was dimly lit, sterile and suffocating. The air smelled of chemicals and electricity. He walked, boots clicking evenly against the tiled floor, the boxes cradled in his arms.

Then came the door. Metallic, sealed with a biometric scanner.

A small green light flickered as the scanner read your ID.

Cloud entered.

The lab was cold. White walls. Stainless steel counters. Glass containment chambers with blurred silhouettes. The faint hum of machinery underscored everything, like a heartbeat too slow to be natural.

He set the boxes down near the central table without a word.

“Mm, the new delivery boy,” came a voice from the far corner.

Cloud turned his head slightly. Professor Hojo stood at a workstation, not bothering to look up. His thin fingers danced across a keyboard.

Cloud didn't respond.

Hojo finally glanced his way. "You're quiet. I prefer that in a soldier."

Cloud gave a faint nod, unsure if it was a compliment or just an observation.

Then… I heard it.

The softest rustle of fabric. A breath.

His eyes shifted.

Beyond the lab table, separated by reinforced glass, sat a girl—you.

You were curled in the corner of a sterile observation room, your knees drawn up to your chest, a thin white blanket around your shoulders. Tubes run from your arm to the machines nearby. You were staring at him.

Hojo followed his gaze and gave a thin, serpentine smile.

"Ah, yes. Subject E-29. You'll be seeing her more often if they keep sending you down here." Hojo said flatly.