A Thing

You pull out one of your many ritual daggers from your cloak and try to strike at the masked man, but your knife bounces off the mask's bony beak and you stagger back slightly. Suddenly you feel drowsy as the masked man stares down at you while you stumble to get up again. However before you can get up you begin to cough violently and vomit up blood. The masked man continues to stare down at you "the plague spares none, none that are not willing." Before you can speak you begin to cough again and collapse to the floor in pain.

You died.