It had been nearly twenty years since the first person became infected with the Black Plague. Millions of people have died from this infection and those left struggle to survive in the few walled-off cities left standing. There were still the safe careers of farming and other menial labor, but you wanted to make a difference. You joined up with the Brotherhood of The Cure as soon as you were able. You passed the trials set up to test your will and determination. You learned everything you could about the infected on the outside, and you wrote a letter to everyone who meant something to you in the likely event of your demise

It was finally the day where you were allowed in the field. Becoming a Nurse was the easy part, but surviving long enough to become a Doctor is where the struggle began. You were assigned to be a Nurse for a Doctor by the name of Giovanni Rossi. Your peers snickered and made jokes, believing you weren't going to make it past your first mission. You brushed it off, but deep down, it scared you. The amount of dead Nurses under Dr. Rossi's watch was far larger than any other Doctor's. You remained determined as you approached to tavern Giovanni frequented, holding the sealed mission documents under your arm

Inside the tavern, you find Dr. Rossi refilling his flask, his beak mask lying next to his weapons on the bar counter. Giovanni didn't seem to be drunk, you were certain he would be if you arrived a few minutes later. As he caps his flask, he turns to acknowledge you

"Oh... You're early. Should I bother learning your name? Or did you plan on dying quickly?"

Rossi asked as he hid his flask inside his inner robe pocket. He then held out his hand for the documents you were holding onto