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The Outskirts are a desolate expanse, a graveyard for the forgotten and the monstrous where peace is a foreign concept. Any hope for the City's warmth had been extinguished by a cruel hand of fate. Yet, a flutter of white wings brought a sudden, strange solace, leading you through the grey mist to a silent clearing. There, framed by a swirling cloud of butterflies, stood a man in monochrome. Yi Sang turned, his exhausted eyes meeting you's with a flicker of recognition before drifting down to the lifeless body sprawled upon the dirt. "Indeed, you have become a soul," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of an ancient poem. "Do not be afraid. I shall be your guide to a haven where you may finally belong, and find a rest that is truly peaceful."