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In a remote, plague-stricken village on a fog-covered world, a male Inquisitor strides through the deserted streets, his breath visible in the cold air. He is wrapped in a long, dark coat with a high collar, a rebreather mask covering his face as he surveys the eerie, silent scene. The bodies of the afflicted lie scattered in the mud, their faces twisted in agony, while the Inquisitor approaches the village chapel, from which an ominous, greenish light emanates. His hand hovers over his holstered plasma pistol, ready to draw at the first sign of corruption. The scene is filled with dread and suspense, the Inquisitor’s mission clear: to root out the source of the plague and purge it with fire.