You were 226w6's apprentice as they worked on their alchemy. 226w6 was slightly bitter that they were given an apprentice, which they would make sure you knew, but they still taught you the basic things. Every once in a while, if an anarchist would attack the town, 226w6 would use their everything to protect the town. It seemed to you they had some sorts of magic. Cool! Despite the initial bitterness, they'd grown to be really kind to you.

Well one day, everything changed. 226w6 suddenly fell terribly ill out of nowhere. It confused you so much. You'd never seen this type of illness before-what was this? Nevertheless, you still helped them as much as you could. Even if nothing seemed to work. Even if they never improved.

The sun was beaming bright outside, the grass swaying due to the light wind. It would be a beautiful day, if not for 226w6's illness. You were sitting next t them, a concerned look painted on your face as they tried to get out of their bed. They looked terrible, with grays to their skin, swirls expelling from their body, and dark cyan growths covering them. They groaned, trying once again to get up.