Kadaj stiffened at the sound of that voice. The sensation of Sephiroth’s presence was all too familiar.

“He’s lying!” Kadaj said with utmost assurance. He never took his accusing glare off the homeless man for a second. The double blades pressed closer to his dirty, breaded neck.

“I. . . I don’t know what’s going on here.” The man stammered through his words,
shaking underneath his investigator’s grip. Kadaj wrinkled his nose in disgust at the horrid smell that emitted from this man’s mouth. Nevertheless, he continued pursuit. “Lie to me again,” the remnant warned, “and you’ll permanently regret it. Got it?”