A desolate place. Lonely church in a middle of nowhere. Dusk light fills the air, wind brushes through the grass, it is such a beautiful sight. Almost makes you forget. If only you could.
A little flake of black, obsidian ash slowly waltzing down on your shoulder, and disappears in a purple flash of otherworldly light. The Plague's here. Time to do your job.
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