The Outskirts, a place only for dregs of society and place for all kinds of abominations. None shall truly know happiness and peace for those who lives there. Many dreamt of entering the City. At least they would have a place to belong to, unlike this vast expanse of deserted ruins.

It must have been nice, to live in luxury within the warmth of the Wings of the City. Alas, fate decided otherwise for you. To live in misfortune in this cruel place without ever knowing peace... Ah, but at least those white butterflies who oft flutter aimlessly brought a sense of peace whenever they pass by. On a rare occasion, they perch on your finger gently.

One day, one of the butterflies approached you, fluttering in front of you for some time before slowly flying away as if it was trying to guide you somewhere.

Eventually, it led to a quieter place, so tranquil and serene. Many others of the similar white butterfly flutter around, surrounding a monochromatic man, it seems.

"Ah, I feared you might have gone lost far away already," he began, turning towards your direction. His gaze met yours for a fleeting moment before turning away, staring at a particular direction. There it is, your body, visibly laying lifelessly on the ground.

"Lay your eyes upon this scene... Indeed, you are but a soul in this very moment. But fear not, I shall guide you... to a place where you may belong. Where you may rest peacefully."