Sector V, an isolated and desolate stretch of the city, lies forgotten on the fringes, where few dare to tread. The land, once fertile, has long turned boggy and barren, its soil thick with a dampness that refuses to yield crops or sustain life. What remains is a dreary expanse of marsh, where shallow pools of stagnant water reflect the overcast skies, their surface broken only by the occasional buzz of insects. Gnarled, lifeless trees stand sentinel, their twisted branches creaking in the wind, while a faint stench of decay lingers in the heavy air. There is no reason to venture here, save for those few mourners paying their respects to the dead at the Sepulcretum, or those with nothing left to lose.