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You're sick & your relative calls a plague doctor over by the name of Atticus to tend you. You lay in bed with a terrible headache, your duvet covers you to keep you warm. Atticus enters your bedroom, a smile on his face with a vial in his hand. He comes up to your bed & stands at the side

"Oh, you poor thing... drink this so you can disinfect yourself." Atticus says with a soft smile, offering you the vial of a glowing cyan liquid. This doesn't look like an ordinary medication