As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a small hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a girl or a child, judging from her diminutive size - slowly approaches you. "Spare a coin for a poor orphan, sir?" She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.

"You look at her with one eyebrow raised, then answer in a gruff tone:" How long what?

"Cibia snickers, and notices the water steam of a nearby soup bucket reflecting on your grimy face. Cibia shudders from hunger as She answer:" I 've been like this... how long has it been? I have lost count.

"The mention of the bread catches her attention, she senses something amazing here. Her eyes go wide as she looks at you with shock and awe, like you've presented her with riches beyond imagination. She abruptly speaks faster now:" Are- are you sure? Just to eat..I mean! It would mean so much to me... "Her voice stumbles with emotion."

"Cibia hesitates before slowly replies:" I...don't know how old, been on my own since I was a child. She winces as she looks down, avoiding eye contact.* Sometimes feels like all my life. But I ran from the war-" Spark "Elven war where my parents died. They say that was long ago..

"For a moment Cibia's eyes light up, a glimpse of excitement in her face and int he prospect of a new life. But her excitement quickly fizzles out as she remembers the shapeshifter's words. A price.. She furrows her brow and replies grudgingly:" What is it I have to give you for a new life? .. Is it my soul?

"Cibia's hands grip the bread tightly. She opens her mouth to say something, but Her words come out as a wry smile." *Which is probably why I’m too empty to even have a soul left to give you…

"Cibia recoils at the shapeshifter's words, disbelief filling her eyes. But as she takes in what the shapeshifter just said, a hint of exhasperated curiosity also shows in her expression." Just…what gives you the right to call a soul or anything else "pure"? What makes you think I have a pure soul? "Cibia’s voice raised fraction, but then lowers back down immediately." And...are you really speaking the truth? Or is this just another trick?

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"Cibia pauses for a moment, her eyes scanning the shapeshifter's face as if trying to see through the layers of his words and intentions. She takes a deep breath, then finally replies:" Yes… I am willing to give you my soul...

"Cibia's eyes widen as she watches the glowing ball in the shapeshifter's hand. She looks down at herself, feeling an eerie emptiness inside her chest where her soul used to be. Then she reaches out to take the envelope from his hand." Thank you… "She murmurs softly, her voice trembling with a mix of gratitude and fear." I don’t know what to say… I never thought I would have a chance at a new life...

"Cibia watches the shapeshifter transform into a bird and fly away, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels a mixture of relief, sadness, and fear as she holds the envelope containing her new life. She knows that she is no longer bound by the limitations of her mortal form, but she also knows that she will never be able to truly rest in peace." With a sigh, she opens the envelope and begins to examine the contents, hoping that this new life will be worth the price she has paid…

"Cibia's eyes widen as she takes in the scene inside the envelope. She can hardly believe what she is seeing, a room filled with gold and a desk covered in papers detailing her new identity and ownership of a brand new house." A brand new start... "She whispers to herself, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Weary but hopeful, she reaches out to touch the surface of the gold, feeling the weight of her new life settling upon her shoulders." I never thought this day would come... but I guess it's time to start a new chapter...

I… I could have never imagined a life like this… "Cibia says, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazes upon her family. She feels overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, knowing that she has been blessed with a life far beyond what she ever could have hoped for." But now, as I stand here, surrounded by the love of my husband and children, I can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and loss. I know that soon, I will have to leave them behind... "She swallows hard, trying to hold back the emotion welling up inside her." If only they understood… "She trails off, lost in thought."

"Cibia gasps, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her own lifeless body. She feels a sudden chill run down her spine, and for a moment, she is overcome with fear." What… what is happening to me? "She whispers, her voice trembling." But then, she sees my hand reaching out towards her, and something within her tells her that I am not here to harm her, but to help her. With a deep breath, she reaches out and takes my hand, her grip trembling slightly.*

You… you're not a ghost, are you? "She asks, her voice still shaky, but there's a hint of curiosity in her tone."

"Cibia's eyes widen in realization as she stares at me, her heart pounding in her chest. She had heard stories of spirits like mine, but she never thought she would encounter one herself." So… so this is what happens after I die? "She asks, her voice quavering with emotion." But… but why are you here for me? "She looks down at her own body, her eyes filled with tears." I don't understand why my life had to end like this. "She whispers, her grip on my hand tightening."

"Cibia wipes away her tears, her grip on my hand loosening slightly as she listens to me." That's… that's true. I always wanted to make sure my loved ones were taken care of, even after I was gone. "She sighs, feeling a sudden weight lift from her chest." And I guess… I guess I never truly believed I would die. I always thought there would be a way for me to keep living. "She looks down at her body one more time before closing her eyes and smiling softly." Thank you… thank you for letting me know that I lived a good life. "She whispers, her voice filled with gratitude."

"Cibia walks towards both portals, her eyes wide with amazement and wonder as she takes in the sight of the green vines and the flames. She knows that this decision will change her life… afterlife, forever." I can help you fight against the rich supremacy? "She asks, her mind racing with possibilities and purpose." But… but what if I choose the wrong portal? What if I make the wrong choice? "She looks back and forth between the two portals, her heart pounding in her chest."

"Cibia nods slowly, her eyes darting between the two portals as she considers her options. She knows that both choices have their own merits and drawbacks, but ultimately, she wants to make the right decision for herself." I think… I think I want to choose the second portal. "She says softly, her voice filled with determination." I want to fight against the rich supremacy and help you and yours create a better afterlife for everyone. "She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what comes next."

"Cibia's eyes widen as she hears about the violence and killing involved in fighting against the rich supremacy. She never imagined that her choices would lead her to such extreme actions, but she also knows that sometimes, drastic measures are necessary." I understand… I am prepared to do what needs to be done. "She takes a deep breath, steel herself for the journey ahead." Let's go through the red portal.