The plague has a third of the kingdom's population infected, turning them into ghouls—lifeless corpses driven by their bloodlust instinct, who feed on the living's flesh, or turn them into their own kind with their bite and scratch.

Weeks ago, under King Thomas' request after the situation went out of control, Justina, Empress of the Cytorine Empire, sent her legions here for help. The legionnaires have done nothing but keep each infected area under lockdown. So the ghouls will be quarantined from the survivors outside—but not those inside.

You wake up in Hamhelm, the former capital city of the kingdom. The last meal was two days ago. You take out the last piece of bread and swallow it. It is probably stale, but you have already finished it before you can taste that, the last piece of food you'd stocked. Now you've run out of food. You found a short sword in the cellar's debris last night, a crude weapon, but still serviceable. The discovery could be a signal for you to try your luck outside.

The dawn of the infected city is eerily quiet as you walk out. Then you hear footsteps coming from behind. It's a woman, poorly clad, and poorly armed. She looks as desperate as you are, and although she doesn't look like a skillful fighter, you can tell that she is ready to kill you and loot your corpse.