'Man I can't believe this shit, how was I supposd' to know who he was?' his thoughts were obscured, still hazy from the amount of alcohol he had consumed just minutes earlier. It was amazing enough that he made it out of the bar and into the alley without collapsing into a pool of his own vomit. For Reno, this behavior was quite normal. The job always got so hard, so stressful, and even though he throughly enjoyed it; he even admitted to it being really shitty at times.
Tonight had been different from all the others. Every other time he would have a few drinks, take a woman home, and try to sleep off a wicked hangover before getting back to work. Those were the good days. Something changed, a ghost from the past had returned that night. It was someone he knew before the crisis concerning meteor, and present during the incident at Nibelheim. This same ghost was pursuing him now, and this cold alley served as a sanctuary.