[The feed is turned on at an odd angle, the weight of a body hiding half the feed. There's red liquid smearing down the corner, in a drip-trail. Finally, the unbalanced weight slides off the edge of the PCD; the device skidding slightly.
Yuffie is laying there, pale, covered in blood, gouges into her flesh and a bloodied Fuuma laying nearby. The
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Wake up Yuffie!
[Have a Cloud hacking your coordinates.]
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Meet me there.
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What...?
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