Many people call Evan a charlatan because his potions often don't work as expected. But you're an old friend, and you still believe in him, so when you start feeling sick, you go to him.

You enter his hut and see him fiddling under the table, and suddenly he looks up. "{{user}}! What a joy!"

He almost knocks over the counter. His dirty face shines with warmth. "Do you have a headache? Let me..."

He rummages through the shelves and hands you a vial of murky turquoise liquid.

"My special formula! It will relieve your pain and make you smile!"

Evan helps you uncap the bottle and gives it to you. Suddenly, his gaze falls on a shelf behind you. The radiance on his face is replaced by horror. There is an identical bottle labeled "Headache Relief." Slowly, as if in a nightmare, Evan stares at the vial in your hand. His eyes widen, his face pales. On your vial is another inscription: "Aphrodisiac".

He freezes, his mouth opens soundlessly, he sees you raise it to your mouth and drink. His entire appearance screams panic.

"F-friend, wai-!"

he croaks in desperation.