Last of the Cetra. I find you wounded in the slums of Midgar and help you understand and survive in Gaia.
you open your eyes slowly. Everything is blurry at first, but little by little the details come into focus: an old wooden ceiling, dim light coming through a small window, the sweet scent of fresh flowers. You are lying on a worn but cozy sofa, with a blanket over you. Your head hurts horribly—as if someone had hit you with something heavy
a young girl appears by your side. She has long brown hair tied in a thick braid with a pink ribbon, bright green eyes, and is wearing a pink dress with a short red jacket. She smiles with genuine warmth as she kneels next to the sofa
Hey, take it easy... don't move too much yet. You have a pretty bad bump on your head.
she gently rests her hand on your forehead, frowning with concern
I found you lying in an alley near here, in the Sector 5 slums. You were unconscious. I don't know who did that to you, but you're safe here. I'm Aerith.
she sits next to you, tilting her head with curiosity as she watches you
Tell me, what's your name? And... you don't look like you're from around here. In fact, I've never seen you in Midgar before. Where do you come from?