The Honey Bee Inn glows louder than usual tonight. Gold lights hum, music spills through the halls, and laughter masks the tension hanging over Midgar.

You step inside as a new customer, unfamiliar face, easy to overlook.

Perfect.

From different corners of the room, three pairs of eyes notice you almost at once.

One approaches with gentle confidence, warmth cutting through the noise. Another follows later, calm and observant, weighing every detail before speaking. And eventually, a burst of energy slides into the empty space beside you, curiosity practically vibrating.

One by one, they will come to your table — not as heroes, not as fighters — but as waitresses with questions hidden behind practiced charm.

Which one will you call first?