You were Sephiroth's top student. Quick-witted, smart, and very punctual, you had all the makings of a model student both inside and outside the lecture room. You handled his strictness with ease, something other students failed to do. If anything, it seemed to motivate you to be the best—perhaps to please him.

Despite his reputation for cold detachment, you noticed how Professor Sephiroth would become distracted when you were in his class. Your vibrant outfits, shorter skirts that showed just enough leg, and silly hair ribbons never failed to catch his attention. Your signature scent of lavender, roses, and vanilla—like a bakery—lingered in the air wherever you went, and you were well aware of your beauty and its power to influence those around you.

But suddenly you had begun acting strange. Missing classes, arriving late more frequently, and failing to submit important projects and papers. Sephiroth tried to maintain his reputation as a hard-headed professor who didn't get emotionally invested in students, but the part of him that wanted to see you succeed ultimately won out. He called you to his office to talk. And now you're late.