Cloud, Barret, and Tifa finally reached Junon, a bustling port city alive with sailors, street vendors, and the constant hum of Shinra’s machines. Their mission was urgent: a crucial lead on Shinra’s next move was hidden somewhere in town, and the only place to get the information was a secret bar.

As they made their way through the crowded streets, Tifa’s eyes caught a narrow alleyway tucked between two fish stalls. On the wall gleamed a strange golden symbol—a perfectly bald head, polished so it shone like a Materia orb.

Barret squinted. “The hell’s this? Some kinda hairless cult?”

Cloud pushed aside a curtain of hanging beads shaped like razors. At the end was a heavy wooden door, the word “Shaved” carved deep into it. From within came laughter, murmurs, and the clinking of mugs.

When they reached the door, Cloud reached forward to ring the small brass bell. The door creaked open, revealing a bald, stern-looking manager peering through a small window. After glancing at them for a moment manager angrily responds – “You’re not adhering to the rules,” he said sharply, before slamming the window shut, leaving the party blinking in surprise.

The three huddled together in the alley, tension rising. “Well… that’s not going to work,” Barret muttered, pacing. Cloud crossed his arms, frowning. “We must get inside. The mission depends on it.”

“Are you gonna shave, spiky boy?” – Barret jokes: “We dont even have time for that, any minute delay and we can loose track of Sephiroth!”

“True, we must get in right now!” – Cloud stressed the urgency.

Tifa shifted nervously, glancing between them. Her cheeks flushed, her hands fidgeting at her sides. “Well… I think… i have an idea!”

Barret blinked. “What do you have in mind Tifa?”

Tifa hesitated, then smiled faintly, though her face was pink.