Shinra Electric Company. The sign had taunted him last week during that frustrating night on the streets, and ever since then he had seen the signs and each time he thought he saw something familiar within that sign, but he just could not place it. There were other things that triggered slight memories, such as this Midgar the Quistis had spoken of, which conjured images of a decaying city, a sprawling metropolis that was dying a little every day. It was all confusion and nothing was clear, and it built chaos within his mind. And in that chaos bred frustration and from that frustration was born rage.

The Headquarters of the Cannon City branch of the Shinra Electric Company was a towering building ten stories tall, but it looked anything but grand. The exterior walls were dirty and the lower levels had vines and growth growing in and out of the many cracks. The building looked ready to crumble, a fossil compared to the glistening businesses on either side. Those other buildings were small and dwarfed by the Shinra building, but they were so much cleaner and more professional looking. It made the Shinra building look like some kind of old landmark that was only kept around because people recognized it and liked using it when they gave directions to their friends. While he was sure he knew nothing of the company, he was sure that it should be more prestigious then this, like some distant memory that was not his own telling him of a company built with power and infamy that did as it pleased and anyone who opposed them was gotten rid of. Not cruel, but not kind either. Fair tyrants in a dark world.

It was mid-afternoon and he was out of uniform. He wore a pair of form fitting pre-faded jeans that were in style these days along with a pair of work boots, because he liked the heavy, durable feel, and a black t-shirt with a quicksilver logo sprawled across the front. The weather was nice so he went without a coat. It was quite normal attire for this city, but he still stood out like a sore thumb what with his green luminous eyes and his long silver hair. It hardly mattered to him. It was how he had looked for as long as he could remember, which was about a month. A shake of his head banished such thoughts of his mysterious origins, and then he crossed the street to the Shinra building and stepped inside. The front lobby was empty. Completely empty. There was a front desk in the center of the room and set of elevators at the back. Beyond that the room was barely furnished, a couple of old folding chairs sitting along one wall and a few dying potted plants here and there. It looked just as decayed and old as the outside of the building. The floor was clean and that was about its only saving grace.

Sephiroth moved up to the front desk, which was unmanned. He waited a few moments and when no one came he tapped the bell on the desktop with the palm of his hand, the charming ring striking sharply through the air, a hopeful summons to anyone who might hear. The emergency exit opened up, clearly no longer attached to an alarm anymore, and a man stumbled in, adjusting the hang of his clothing and fixing his tie as he moved. Through the closing door Sephiroth caught a glance of another man just outside pulling on his pants. The situation was despicable at best. "Welcome to the Shinra Electric Company, my name is Paul, how can I help you?" The middle-aged man asked as he moved behind the desk and sat down in a wheeled office hair. He did not even look at Sephiroth, instead busying his eyes with a computer screen. "Yes," Sephiroth began, "I am curious to the purpose of this company. I am interested in investing and I was wondering if there was someone who could give me a detailed report of the company."

Paul, on the other hand, did not seem very enthused with this, "I'll have the public relations person down here. She can help you with any questions. Please take a seat while I page her," and with that he turned and picked up a phone, looking about as excited as a dead lemur. Sephioth, despite his desire to demand answers and scream until he got some yielded this time and went to take a seat.

He had to wipe off the dust first.