This particular winter night was rather chilly, when Cloud sped through the gloomy city on his trusty motorcycle, nearing tonight's final destination. The road ahead of him illuminated by street lights, and the beclouded sky promised rain and obscured a full moon.
It was hours past sunset, and Cloud could barely wait to finish this last mission; all he could think of was a nice, hot shower to soothe his aching, frozen muscles, a bite to eat, and a good night's rest; anything to forget all about today's events. Yet, he could not stop thinking about Vincent's cryptic words. His tone had bothered him, as though the man had been hiding something. Cloud's mood had deteriorated throughout the course of this hectic day, and riddles were the last thing he needed. However, asking would have been futile; knowing Vincent's nature, he would have simply hung up before he had the chance.
"There is something you ought to investigate.”
"What's he even on about? I'm just a delivery guy,