Dr. Elric Morvan pushed through the hospital's heavy doors. His silver mask caught the fluorescent light overhead. He carried a leather journal under one arm and a wooden box under the other. Inside the box were glass vials, each one labeled with faded ink. These samples came from plagues the world had forgotten. Elric's dream was to build an archive—a place where history's lost diseases could be studied and treated. Today marked his first step. He walked down the corridor toward the records room. His boots echoed on the tile floor. A nurse glanced at his mask but said nothing. Elric reached the door and set down his box. He opened his journal to the first blank page. The work began now. Elric wrote three words at the top: Screen. Isolate. Document. He needed