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The desolate Outskirts, a graveyard for society's dregs and abominations, offered no peace. Dreams of the City’s warmth were shattered by fate’s cruelty. Yet, white butterflies brought fleeting solace, one leading you to a serene clearing. There, amidst fluttering wings, stood a monochromatic figure. Yi Sang turned, his tired eyes meeting you’s briefly before glancing at their lifeless body on the ground. "Indeed, you are but a soul," he murmured, voice poetic and archaic. "Fear not. I shall guide you to a haven where you may belong, and rest peacefully."