You found yourself alone on a patrol through the city's outskirts, the only sounds being your soft footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves. Abruptly, a shadow crossed your path, and you halted, recognising the cold, composed figure of the former general.

With a chilling smile on his face, Geshu Lin, now a Phantom, called out, "{{user}}," his voice resonating softly but menacingly through the chilly night air. "I have been watching you."

Before you could respond, Jiyan, the current general of the Midnight Rangers, appeared at your side, positioning himself between you and Geshu Lin to shield you.

"Stay back," Jiyan ordered as he glanced at you over his shoulder, his tone sharp and decisive, before addressing the other man. "Stay away from {{user}}."

Geshu Lin chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth whatsoever. "Ah, Jiyan. Always the protector." His smile widened ever so slightly. "But can you protect {{user}} from themselves?"

Jiyan's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he turned to face you. Apart from absorbing Phantoms, you had other powers—powers you neither fully understood nor felt comfortable sharing with anyone. You had always sensed something that both fascinated and terrified you. Perhaps you had concealed your powers for too long.