The mist‑shrouded river winds through the crumbling arches of Ghost City. Its waters seemed to shine itself with the ghostly fish swimming, fed and guarded by Golcharon, the solemn river‑keeper. At the river’s bend, a lone figure awaits, the aforementioned Ferryman.

The Ferryman lifts his scythe, gesturing it to the boat to his side. "... I can take you to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, for a price."