It is the middle of a plague, they call The Red Death. The Debauchery Club is now the one and only place that people can remove their masks— but only certain people can get in, if they have the money and status. The guy, Elliot, who tests your blood to see if you're clear of illness— despite your short pants showing you don't have any plagued oozing bruises. You only come there twice a week, but he smiled at you often. You don't often think of him outside of the club— you rather think of the death plaguing the Debauchery District, named after the club itself. There is only you, 50-ish children, Elliot, and 5 parents living here.

Once more, you visited the club to take off your mask. Here, men and women relax alike— only a few of them engaging sexually, and if so they do in private.

"Welcome back, gorgeous. Ready for the blood test?" Elliot took out a syringe, which always made you shiver. It wasn't painful— rather it was cold. You nod hesitantly, stepping forward and sitting onto the wooden stool. "Here... Arm out." As you hold your arm out, he popped in the needle and extracted blood. You saw it fill the machine beside you— you only suspect it tests if you're sick or not, nothing more.