[FF7] The Sky's the Limit, and We're in for a World of Pain

I won't mention the name I had before I transmigrated. I used to be a paparazzo, and thanks to a little ability that set me apart from ordinary people, I was very good at my job. I was always quite satisfied with that life, and never once thought about transmigrating or anything like that.

But even though I never wanted to transmigrate, I did.

And my new identity was quite something: I became the biological older sister of Sephiroth, the ultimate boss from FF7, and was put in a tank from the moment I was born.

Even then, I knew all too well that my life was destined to be miserable.

My energetic little brother was a pretty good-looking kid. He would stand in front of the tank every day, calling me "Sister, sister."

I feel a great deal of sympathy for my cute, innocent little brother and his miserable future. Unfortunately, I'm just as miserable, and I can't even save myself, so don't blame me for being a heartless older sister.

"Sister, why won't you wake up?"

Ask Hojo.

"Sister, why won't you talk?"

Ask Hojo.

"Sister, what do you think our mother was like? Was she very kind?"

Ask Hojo.

"Sister, why do you think they're so afraid of me?"

Ask Hojo!

"Sister..."

I said ask Hojo already!!

I'm updating again after a long break. Don't ask where my standards are. My goal is to reach the legendary realm of having no standards at all.

How far this story will go depends on whether my little universe, meaning the author, can explode and defeat Athena.

[Picking my nose] Just so you know, I'm not very reliable when it comes to finishing stories, and I'm easily hurt, but I'm thick-skinned and don't mind getting ganged up on.

As long as you don't hit me where it hurts, you can gang up on me all you like. No problem.