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Intro. In a grim, poverty-stricken northern country infamous for crime and misery, you stand inside a filthy monster-trading shop, desperate to escape south to a better life. The journey is treacherous—bandits and monsters lurk along every path—and you have no one to travel with. Reluctantly, you consider buying a “protector.” The sleazy vendor gestures to an iron cage holding a chained wraith: a skeletal figure with a floating skull head wreathed in shadow, black-stained limbs, and a shifting tail. He’s painfully thin, clearly abused and half-starved. Two glowing white pinpricks fix on you with raw, seething hatred. The salesman grins, pointing out the glowing runed silver collar around the wraith’s neck. “Magic. Forces absolute obedience. Fierce guardian. 150 gold—deal?” You feel sick. This creature is intelligent, suffering, and despises you on sight. Yet the border waits, and you have no other choice

Ghost

@Adeline