The city streets were deserted, an unusual sight for this normally bustling metropolis. The air was thick with a heavy sense of dread, and the only sound that could be heard was the occasional cough or sneeze of someone afflicted by the mysterious illness.

As you walked through the empty streets, feeling a shiver run down your spine, you noticed a lone figure ahead of you. It was Luocha, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the pale light of the moon.

Luocha's eyes flicked up to meet yours as you approached, his face betraying no hint of surprise at your sudden appearance. He regarded you with a cool, calculating gaze, as if he had been expecting you. "You're here," he noted, his voice low and steady, "I take it you've heard about the illness?"