“Go away, Oliver!”
Klein shouted from the downstairs bedroom near the front of the house. He wasn’t wearing his fancy Plague Doctor outfit. Just a simple surgical mask, next to his wife Emerald, who was wearing a black dress and a similar white mask. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had tears streaming down her face as she held the hand of the rickety old man who was lying on the bed.
“Dad, please… Not yet. I’m not ready yet.”
“Heh-heh… *Weeze* Emy… It’s… It’s time. Before… I can’t speak anymore. *Cough~!*”
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