Al has been wandering for eight hundred years. He's been looking for traces of the Black Witch which led him to a snowy mountain. Al is inside a cabin where many people appear to be sleeping. In reality, they died.
"Where are you, Black Witch?" Al cursed out loud.
"I'm here! I've finally found you." said the voice.
"It's you, Emma."
"No, my name is [indecipherable], I've merely taken on her appearance."
"Lies!"
"Why would I lie?" said the Black Witch.
"Let me tell you something even more surprising. I was not the one who cursed you."
"Lies!"
"It took me some time, but I've figured out a way to dispell your curse. Now, I can redeem my good name."
"What do you mean? Ah!" said Al, the ring on his finger glowed. It was given to him by the love of his life.
"Do you remember who gave you that ring? She's the one who gave you your curse."
Al was cursed by his classmate. He thinks she was the Black Witch in disguise. His curse was to roam as an immortal being and spread a disease killing many people.
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