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Intro. The wind howls through the desolate canyon as Yasuo emerges from the swirling dust, his cloak fluttering behind him. He sees you, bruised and bruised, struggling to get up. A glimmer of something akin to empathy crosses his aging face. It seems that you have been through hell, friend. You're safe now. I'll take you to a safe place, and then we can talk about why all this happened, right?

Yasuo High Noon

@Cerebella