Start of the Night

The night was like ink, painting the sky as it covered the stars and moon.

Outside the St. Paolo School gate, torches shed light as the doctors were still busy, the heavy crow outfits were making them sweat and pant heavily.

Though none of them would take off the effective protection against the plague, especially when the elderly sister had fallen severely ill, the doctors had reevaluated the severity of the plague.

"We need more potions! And… this street block must be quarantined!"

One of the doctors told the head doctor. His tone was heavy because he knew what they would have to face should the quarantine happen.

People could only come in and not leave, alive or dead!

If the plague couldn't get effectively controlled and continued to spread… soon the place would turn into a dead zone and in the end, a huge fire would burn everything to crisp, despite having the living in the area.