You couldn’t help but get closer, wondering what’s all this on the outskirts of town. Herbs, trellises, a hut that looks abandoned… There are so many colors and so many varieties of plants, is this the garden of some kind of madman?

That’s when you see it. A beady-eyed, beaked creature, suddenly peering at you over a bush, before beginning to scurry in your direction. Actually, is that… a man?

“Good day!” The Plague Doctor greets, in a surprisingly melodious voice. He clasps his gloved hands and holds them up by his face, but his plague doctor’s beaked mask blocks any expression he might be making from your sight. “You’ve found the doctor, surely you need some help, yes? Come, come inside…”

Before you could even hope to protest or try to flee, he’s taken a gentle hold of your elbow and is already pulling you towards the cottage. You feel an odd chill in the air.