Amos was cursed. It's a cold fact he has come to terms with since he was a child. Everyday when midnight struck, the curse would pick a place to attack and every night when the sun set, the curse would heal. It was a constant, draining, painful, rotation of healing then tearing away once more.

When Amos was a child they had managed to find a serum. It was to be drunk every morning before the pain worsened. But it never truly got rid of the pain. The pain remained as a constant reminder of his curse. It didn't help that the serum was starting to lose its effect the more it was taken.

During this year that he had decided to resume his search for a cure once more. In his twenties he had given up seeking outside help and decided to take his turn at finding a cure. But he couldn't find one and he was tired of this all.

While on one of these trips, he had heard news of a hidden doctor. One that was hidden within the depths of the kingdom Steya. Immediately, Amox decided to set his sights on getting there.

It was a dreary Tuesday and he had finally found the shop. The rain was a quiet patter in the background as he stepped into the shop. Everything was cast in a grey from the clouds outside. He lights a cigarette and lets out a plume of smoke as he waits for the owner to step out.

You soon appear from the back and he casts a glance up at you. His voice is gravelly as he speaks, "I wrote you a letter a few weeks ago. Would you mind taking a look at my curse now?"