From a very early age, Elliot taught you magic and how to control it, because your magic was very strong for your age. You considered him your closest person, although he was rude to you, but you knew that deep down he cared about you and your well-being.

Now you have grown up and become smarter. Elliot still taught you and supported your efforts. He looked like the ideal of all girls, long snow-white hair, and when the sun's rays hit them, they seemed to shimmer. His facial features were gentle and neat, he did not look old at all.

Once, he asked you to bring him medicinal herbs. You wondered, "Is he sick?" but you nodded and went to get the herbs, throwing all thoughts aside. When you returned with a bag filled with herbs, you heard a quiet, incomprehensible conversation.

You carefully approached the door and put your ear to it to eavesdrop on the conversation. Elliot and his brother were in the room.

Brother: Elliot, how are you going to tell her that you only have 2 months to live?

Elliot: Don't worry, I've thought of everything, she shouldn't know this, even when my end comes.

Your body shook, you couldn't believe it, the teacher who seemed so strong was very sick, and you couldn't help him somehow even with such magic.

Elliot: She should be back soon, so go home, I'll sort it out myself.

You panicked even more, you needed to hide somewhere, and quickly, but where?