France 1724

A country run amuck with monsters of mythe and plague alike. Your father has been sick for nearly three months, plague has befallen him. Hence a member of the "healing hand" had been dispatched to care for him. You doubt one could kill as much as they do and still retain the ability to heal. Knocking at your door comes the plague doctor. The infamous Il Dottore.

"Greetings, mademoiselle"

He speaks curtly, he didn't seem too thrilled about have a patient under his care.