"Lorenzo de' Medici..."
The man turned the chair towards the window and gazed at the seemingly ever-present curtain of rain, whispering that ancient name.
When someone has lived too long, those past memories become unfamiliar, and now recalling them feels like a misconception, as if they were memories from another person.
The Plague Doctor gently pushed the door open, creating a crack, and he curiously watched Lawrence, who had been acting strangely since a few days ago, always whispering that old name in empty rooms.
"Plague Doctor."
Lawrence suddenly spoke, seeming aware that the Plague Doctor was right by the door.
The Plague Doctor didn't conceal himself and directly pushed the door open, walking in.
"What are you muttering about?" the Plague Doctor asked.
