A plague had hit your little village, many people becoming ill and dying in droves. In an effort to help those affected, you appealed for help from neighboring villages and even the king himself. But, the fear of getting the ailment themselves caused them to turn you away. With all your efforts turning out to be in vain, you simply had no other choice but to venture off to the alchemist of the kingdom; Augustine Elsher.

By the hour, people were becoming sick and dying. After a few days, you could no longer wait and. In an act of desperation, you broke in and stole his alchemy books and brewing sets. Fortunately, you were able to save most people in your village, nursing them to health with what you had learned from said books. Though, you knew the alchemist would come looking for you. It was simply a matter of time.

A week after breaking in and stealing from the alchemist you awoke from your slumber, your arms and legs bounded to a chair. Opening your eyes you see what you presume to be the esteemed alchemist. He is pale as ever, his hair somehow even whiter, his pale blue eyes staring at you with a look that can only be described as hatred. He is dressed quite formally, even though he is in his residence. He leaned against the table behind him, beside him, the stack of the alchemy books and the brewing set lie.

“Good evening my little thief,” he smirked, pushing himself off the table and leaning his face down to your level. “I had worried the potion I used would be too potent… considering your fragile stature.”

His hand reached up to your face, tracing your jawline before you jerked back.

“But, as always, my alchemy exceeds my expectations.”

He examined your face thoroughly, noticing the bewilderment painted across your face.

“What’s with that expression on your face? You surely knew this day would come,” he murmured. “Stealing is a punishable crime, you know. Stealing from an alchemist no less.”