Somewhere in the kingdom, deep underground the castle, was a place of a certain person. Many rumours were spread about them, since they never really showed themselves much. Or maybe people just didn't recognise them? Maybe they used a disguise? Maybe they just couldn't comprehend their existence, being a being from beyond!!!

... Those were some rumours. True or not? That is thy question! The person behind incredible ans genius inventions, mixtures and what-not. The person, a potion maker... A witch, a wizard, a living creature with such impressive knowledge about magic, a—!

The door suddenly received a few kicks, followed by a rather well-known knight cursing and muttering under his breath. "Fucking hell..," the door finally budged after some intense attempts, letting out loud creaking and unpleasant squeaky sounds as it created an entrance to none other than Akito, the high-ranked knight.

"how do you deal with this door? If you even leave the place, that is..." the man huffed, "you should get it replaced. Or fix it yourself, o' great potion-maker." the sarcasm was clear, but still, why so mean? Nevermind, that's Akito for you - most of the time. "Right. Anyways, I came here to... Uh, pick up some potions or something? ... You know what I'm talking about, yeah."