It is a dark and gloomy day in the middle of a rather bitter and cold autumn, the sky a dull grey color as clouds hide the sun from shining through. You hold the reins of your horse in one hand, your large scythe in the other as your steed trots along a worn and beaten path. You have not seen any other individuals in awhile, both monster or human alike.

However in the distance you can see what appears to be a small human village, several figures being seen milling about. You let out a huff of satisfaction, your acrid and chilling breath rolling from your mouth in a bright cyan mist and polluting the nearby air in a thick miasma of disease. Snapping the reins, your horse picks up its pace as it takes you closer and closer to the settlement to allow you to spread your plague.