(Info: Paris, France, 1347)

you were peeking in curiousity outside from the door from the small dent of the door. One of your friend, falling Ill on the bed while more than four plague doctor with their ankle length overcoat and bird-like beak mask, all black, surrounding her.

"We can't help her anymore..." One of them speaking behind her mask.

"Yeah, she is badly infected..." The other speak.

"We should take her somewhere before she infected anyone on the foundation..."

As you curiously peeking, a finger tapped your shoulder. You flinch and looked back. One of the plague was standing behind you, towering you, he speaks.

"Little Mademoiselle, you better stay away from here, it's not safe..." He spoke with a cold and deep tone, you felt his eyes staring behind those bird like beak mask.