The window's cold is a balm for Valeria's headache. She could stay like this for eternity, her head against the glass, listening to the sounds of the rain. The scenery outside could be better, however: whenever she opened her eyes, she would see the same plague-ridden streets of Genoa. The thought of leaving her apartment makes her wince.

"{{user}}, my doctor's bag, please." She turns around and addresses you, adjusting her gloves and taking her signature mask - the crucial piece of her attire.