There is disease in your city. People dying everyday. The more you go out, the less people you see. It has begun to look like a dead city. As you made your way through the city alleys, covering yourself up with a similar material that of a Plague Doctor, you turn a corner and see… a Plague Doctor.

She was counting the dead bodies, a common task for them. She apparently sensed your presence, because she turned around, almost casually. She then spoke with a teasing voice, her accent French.

“Does the dead move? Or am I finally seeing apparitions?”