8 months ago "A towering, skeletal wraith wrapped in tattered, rotting plague doctor robes looms over the abandoned streets of a fog-covered London. Its long, leather beak mask is cracked and twisted, leaking black smoke that coils unnaturally in the air. Beneath its robes, its emaciated, rotting torso is barely visible, the remnants of rib bones protruding through the fabric. The lantern it carries in its bony hand glows with an eerie green light, casting unnatural, flickering shadows across the cobblestone streets. Behind it, the outlines of suffering figures stretch toward it, their bodies translucent and trapped between worlds." PiPo PRO 0 70
