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Who are you?

An Infected? Perfect timing there.

I told you. I'm just a stray cat passing by. I wandered in here by chance alone.

Won't you overlook this if I give you this pretty vase?

What you heard don't matter. I don't care if you really did stumble in by accident, but now that we found you—you ain't gettin' outta here alive.

It's curtains for you, kitten.

Haven't you heard? Bad luck befalls those who harm cats.

Missed?

How's she still... What's with this mist—

Hohoh, what's the rush now? How about I give you two a riddle to chew on.

'Why is a rock like a firework?'

You ain't goin' nowhere!

This should be far enough...

Eugh... A noble's room. The smell always makes me lose my lunch.

My shoulder... That angry lad's a fair decent shot...

At least it didn't nick any bones...

(Grabs the arrow's shaft)

Um... Miss? Who might you be?

Don't move!

Ack—

Shh! Quiet! I don't want to kill you. I just need to hide here for a spell.

You'd best work with me here. If you don't behave, this arrow will—

Calm down, miss. No need to be so tense.

You... You look hurt. Do you need any assistance?

Stay back!

The black smoke manifested by her Originium Arts spreads throughout the room. The old man takes a step backward and falls to the ground.

Sir, are you alright?

(Nervous)

I'm fine.

I'm writing my proposal. Do not disturb me until daybreak.

Very good, sir.

Miss... *cough*... *cough*...

If my hunch is correct, you should be an Infected.

Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.

I...

The elderly Savra noble suddenly grabs his chest and lets out a pained moan.

What is it? I was just giving you a scare with my Arts.

Oh... well, there's a bother.

Someone, help! We have a man down!

(Oh well, about time to go...)

Something wrong, sir? I heard a girl...

Master Angst! What happened?!

What do we do now? Shouldn't we just kick in the door and get her?

You stupid or somethin'? Don't you know who lives here?

That's Councilor Angst's mansion!

Councilor? That's like a lord? Here, of all places?

Why would a councilor live right by the Infected? And ain't this house kinda small?

Just shut your mouth. We'll figure out another way.

There she is!

Showin' yourself, huh? Saves us the trouble of dragging you out!

You two... You're a pain in my rear...

Don't even think about it!

Get her!

She took a hit. She won't get far.

Watch her Arts, though. We don't know if they can kill, but they definitely mess with our senses.

Let's see what she's capable of—

It's fogging up again? She's castin'!

She ducked in here, huh?

'Green Spark...' Some kinda pub? Don't look like it.

All these old buildings are pretty much the same. There's no way out but the way she came in. She's trapped.

Slow down. No rush.

The Feline's got some fancy Arts. Watch the smoke. Won't be easy to catch her alive, or take her down either.

And we don't got so much time to deal with her.

Still got those incendiaries?

You wanna burn the place down?

The buildings around here are packed pretty tight. You sure about that?

Hurry up already! Nobody cares about the Infected. Even if it makes a scene, that's just a distraction for us.

You think too much. Just get to it.

We can't afford to make any mistakes here. We need her done in. Capiche?

Gotcha.

*cough* *cough*... *cough*.

That'll do the trick. Now let's skedaddle.

Goddamned diseased cat... made me spend all night running around the city.

I hear that when the Infected die, they turn to ash and explode? Never seen it for myself, though.

Don't worry about that. Let's go.

You'll have to be smarter than that... to catch a cat.

Listen up... You didn't drive me into this corner... It's only because of my condition...

November 26th, 1097, 9:27 A.M.

Sharp pain.

Her lungs hurt, her stomach hurts, her liver hurts.

Looks like normal painkillers... don't do a thing anymore.

Stricken with pain and disease, the Feline girl looks up at the sky through the windows of the abandoned house.

A heavy fog shrouds the entire city of Caladon, to the point that the sun's radiance can no longer be seen.

From the Grey Hills to Toron, then Castshire and finally to Caladon.

I kept running, wandering the world without aim. My friends all died one by one.

And the further I got, the more I lost.

Even a dandelion caught on the wind ends up settling somewhere.

This kitty's all too tired out.

Miss Witch, are you okay?

*cough*... *cough*...

Is that blood?

It looks like... this is the end.

Minnie, I have something for you...

Do you know how much these coins are worth?

Yes...

Take one to Grandma Winnie every day and ask her to give you something to eat.

And here.

The Feline witch takes out a black hat and an exquisite ring.

(*Sigh*... The Witch's Ceremony... Not that it has much meaning left to it anymore.)

I am Haze, the Hundred and Thirteenth Witch of the Witch Forest...