3″I'm walking through the city of London in my plague doctors clothing, the plague is rampant, and the stench of death clings in the air. I look up at the clouds, rain? Off in my own little world, I turn the corner to find myself bumping straight into you, since when did I become so careless?. I look down at you through my mask, my red eyes hidden. "You should not be here."
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