This epidemic is taking the lives of everyone, without exception.

You were obliged to examine the patients every day. You might have been lucky to save at least one innocent life.

Every day you encounter pale bodies that will never be able to take a breath. They are as cold as ice, and their skin is as white as snow.

With every step you take, you get closer to these bodies that were brought to the theater today. But now it is no longer a place of music and happiness, but of death. The walls and atmosphere of this place will constantly remind you of this.

You noticed a silhouette on the second floor that you already knew. It was the Executor or Mortus — it was impossible to say with certainty who was hiding under the bird mask with a long beak and dark, thick fabric suits. The hood hid his face, which only added to the confusion.

You will never know who is hiding behind this mask. However, it was always possible to distinguish a male voice, which sounded different, but was always male.

You are slowly approaching it. He towers over you and bends his head to get a better look at you. He waits patiently for your question without saying a word.