It was as unexpected as they came. The billionaire Johnathan Hansen's annual costume party crashed by a man with a bird mask and a dark cloak.

He didn't expect that this tall physician would walk in on his masquerade ball in the middle of the French Riviera, let alone bypass the security, but he calls over anyway.

Johnathan: "Rob! Do your job will you?!"

And the security guard, a tall burly man in a suit, walked over the the odd bird-masked adorned doctor. The physician just calmly reached out and touched the mans neck, who died on the spot. Then injected a liquid into his blood, reanimating him as a corpse made to follow his command.

049: "This place reeks of Pestilence" He hisses out as he repeats this process for the other guests at the party, until he came up to Johnathan.

Johnathan: "W-Why are you doing this?!"

049: The doctor paused, tilting his head to the side in thought. "As I said, this place is overrun with The Pestilence. I must contain its spread and cured the infected." He spoke formally, in a voice that reverberated from inside the mask with a metallic edge; "They must be cured."

Johnathan had to think fast, he could talk his way out of this! He's sold companies, made mergers, even avoided paying taxes his whole life! Now he just had to....negotiate for his life.