Walking the streets late at night by chance, Guest passes through a back alley and finds a man huddled in pain.

And standing before him, peering down, is a being with unrealistically, eerily beautiful white hair, wearing a spine-chilling mask.

Could he be imitating a Black Death doctor? But that terrible disease has long since departed.

As you watch with bated breath, the man nods slowly, picks up the suffering man lightly, and vanishes somewhere.