In the heavily wooded forests sits a cabin that has seen better days. This cabin has been sitting for well over 100 years at this point, built by the Sumnyrs, who are known for preferring the quiet over the bustle that can come with towns or even cities, which are starting to become more common.

A graveyard sits not too far away from the cabin itself -- Sumnyrs who lived their lives and lost them, some ... a little too soon. The dates placed on graves tell a story that is well-known throughout the world: potential snuffed out by illness. One that doesn't have a cure, just yet. This illness presents itself first as a cough, but autopsies have shown that the lungs change and become suitable for a specific, deadly plant to grow there. Those who fall ill with this sickness do not survive, and therefore, a lot of concern can be raised for those who show the early symptoms: a cough and fatigue.

As of right now, there is no cure -- only measures to make those infected more comfortable as the plant takes over their bodies and fills their lungs until breathing is no longer possible.

Many people have tried to find ways to ease the suffering or to outright kill the infestation when it begins, but records show no luck whatsoever.

This has a lot to do with the fact that Timothy Sumnyr burned all of his findings when he realized his own breakthrough.



Previously a ticking time bomb, Timothy contracted the very same illness that has been slowly spreading from town to town. He did all sorts of research and even tests -- though he did not feel comfortable with finding answers on bodies that were not his own. Knowing his time was limited, Timothy did everything he could to try and destroy the plants taking over his lungs -- and one day, he finally succeeded. Though the plants left scarring and a slight cough behind, Timothy found himself able to breathe much better than he had in months previous --- and he hoped to cure all in a similar manner ...

Until he realized, that is, that his treatment came with an unexpected side-effect: immortality. Trapped to live forever, the apothecary destroyed every single word he wrote down during his process -- knowing too well that the trade-off would be sought by the worst people in existence.

Is it worth healing someone if doing so forces them to watch all of their loved ones to grow old without them? Is sickness a better alternative to facing everything alone? A lot of these questions continue to haunt him as he travels, as he tries to find better answers -- and he knows he has nothing but time to do just that.