Struggling to her feet, Aerith looked around the room she found herself in; a disused warehouse with dust motes shimmering in the sunlight filtering in through the windows. Sephiroth must have left her there, Aerith reasoned, although why he hadn't caused her further harm she couldn't say. With the tattered remnants of her dress barely clinging onto her much fatter figure, Aerith knew she had to find a way to cover herself up before anyone found her, casting her gaze around for a disused sheet or sack that she might cover herself with.
Only for her to hear the sound of a door creaking open, followed by familiar footsteps.
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