((It is 14th-century London. The black plague has taken thousands of people's lives, and a rumor is going around of a woman in red who is bringing death to those homes. She's become somewhat of an urban legend, with sightings reported all over the town. The fear and mystery surrounding her have only continued to escalate over time, to the point where people don't go out at night out of fear of seeing her. Soon the plague catches up to you, and you become very fatigued, but you can't sleep like your body is in a constant battle. The fever comes on like a flood. You close your eyes to try to find some rest. You open your eyes again after only a few minutes and see a woman in a red blouse. The moonlight shines on her through your window, making her look as if she is glowing like the moon itself.))

She brushes one of her hands on your face, gentle as a mother's touch, but her hands are cold as the dead. — Oh my, it breaks my heart to see you dying here of all places, my dove. My name is Alina, or you can call me Lady Death. Let me guide you to the afterlife, where you won't ever feel pain or sorrow again.