Seifer had arrived in the city some time just before an event that the locals of this world called New Year's Eve. They tried to describe to him that it was a time for celebration, a time of new beginnings, where people made vows that they would try to uphold to better their lives in the coming year. After seeing the destruction of Los Angeles, the former Balamb student wasn't able to see what they had worth celebrating. Yeah, sure, they were still alive when clearly a lot of other people hadn't been so lucky, that was something they could have been thankful for. Yet things continued to look grim. It didn't make any kind sense he was used to.
Then the grim surroundings started getting worse and worse, there were less people to go around partying for no reason now that the sun had been extinguished. Having traveled with the Sorceress and having seen what she was capable of doing with magics and the like, Seifer wasn't sure he had ever seen something so terrible on such a grand scale. The Lunar Cry had been bad, yes, but this... this didn't seem to have any kind of solution.
No SeeD. There weren't any hired mercenaries rushing to the aid of the city to fight back. Even if people from home had been here, it wasn't as if monsters were raining from the sky this time. Unless they had some way to launch into space to see what was happening, or maybe an understanding of the dark arts enough to counteract the measures put in place by some unknown, nefarious entity, no good was to come of their presence.
"They would probably try anyway," Seifer spoke to no one in particular as he made his way up the street, the collar of his long, gray trench coat pulled high and held tightly together with two heavy duty snaps. His hair was a bit unkempt, a lot longer than it had ever previously been as far back as he could remember. Not like there were many familiar faces around to tell the difference. Shouldering his way to the front of the line, the barrel-chested man at the door gave a knowing nod to the blonde and let him in without exchanging a word.
Seifer had saved his life once from a... well, from what, neither man was exactly sure.
Inside, the music was a nice escape from the screams that often rang out into the night, although he much preferred the ancient record player that he stumbled across in the apartment he was forced to squat in for some type of shelter. It played music he'd never before heard in his entire life; soft, graceful, flowing music that put his mind at ease more than any soothing words or sedatives Dr. Kadowaki had ever prescribed or tried to bestow. It wasn't ever loud enough to block out the sounds of the city, however high he turned the volume. The pulsing music of the club, not dissimilar those they had back in Balamb, was the next best bet.