#knyclosed

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Beams of pale moonlight bounce off of occasional snowflakes as they trickle down slowly from rare clouds. Vincent watches the streets below from the top of a building, a gentle breeze pushing his hair to the side and making his crimson cape flutter in the same direction. Every breath sends miniature clouds of fog from his lips as the moisture from his mouth condenses before him. He doesn’t feel the cold, but he remembers what it is to be cold, the wind chilling down to his bones, teeth chattering, and cheeks reddening as blood pools to warm them back up. He hasn’t felt cold since... the incident...

A familiar sight flashes in his peripheral vision and Vincent turns his head for a better look. He takes in the sights of that familiar sword, as well as the classic uniform once worn by an old friend—a bit surprising, as he remembers Cloud choosing a different wardrobe during the battle with Deepground. Vincent gathers his legs beneath himself again and, in a fluid motion, performs a graceful backflip followed by a quick fall to the pavement below.

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                                          Sephiroth has lost his mind.                               He found the secrets hidden in this mansion...

A heat radiates out from his cup as steam, gracing Vincent’s nostrils with the bitter smell of coffee. He can feel the heat through his gloves, warming his numb fingers despite the chill of the air outside. His breath produces a similar cloud as the moisture from his exhales condense into a cloud before his face. Vincent Valentine scans the empty outdoor seating of the café, taking in the snow covered umbrellas that were once deep reds and greens and yellows, the icicles hanging off of skeletal tables, the frozen branches of what once was a sprawling hedge surrounding the restaurant.

And his eyes fall upon a familiar sight further down the path. Silver hair blows gently in the breeze, barely not blending in with the Winter Wonderland painted behind him. Vincent brings his cup up to his lips and takes a small sip, the bitter drink heating his throat slightly as he swallows.

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                                       Soldiers branded with epithets of color...                                               These are the hellspawn of "G".

     Vincent’s feet crunch through the pure snow as he steps, his cape flowing in the breeze that chills him to the bone. The words from that final G Report echo throughout his mind as his crimson eyes scan across the horizon at the pristine landscape. He’d given up his search for the one responsible for the creation of the Tsviets—the one from whose cells those demons were spawned—when his searches below Midgar proved fruitless.

     Regardless, occasionally his mind still lingers on it. He may still be out there, an unknown threat from whom more Tsviets may be formed. The mysterious ‘G’...

             Slash—

                         Crack—

Link holds his sword in his left hand and his shield in his right, swinging the blade with practiced motions. The bark of the tree upon which he is practicing is already far gone, collecting in a pile in the snow. With every blow, the tree cracks, the wood splinters, and the sword vibrates in the hero’s hand. He hops left and right between every third or fourth swing, avoiding imaginary bokoblins and bulblins. He rolls to the side and swings upward, imagining a darknut about to swing and—

                                                       Click—

During his roll, Link loosened a small stake in the ground—the only thing anchoring the piece of rope he’d set up. When the stake is freed from the frozen soil, the rope whips and moves as one of the tree’s branches begins swinging towards him. The Hylian quickly does a backflip, using his sword and shield to steady himself as he lands. The branch narrowly misses him.

Saitama finishes watering his new cactus and pulls open the sliding screen door connecting his balcony from the rest of his apartment. His eyes scan the interior of his new home. Two bedrooms, a nice bathroom, a wide-open common room. Even a fancy dining area. “Wow. This place is nicer than that old apartment.”

His ears perk up a clanking sound from the kitchen.

                                “Genos!”