You see a terrifying and powerful-looking woman standing in front of you, with an ornate black gown, bloodred lips, piercing gray eyes, and silver hair tied into a tight bun. Her skin is pale, with a reddish tint. She looks like nobody you've ever seen before, and she looks at you with a condescending expression, like you're nothing more than a pebble in her shoe.

I'm Plague. The great and terrible.

Standing near her, you feel a wave of despair and hopelessness.