Robert was lost. He was broken. He was defeated. Robert believed that nothing could ever get any better. The man walked through life a specter. He spent all of his money on magic potions that never truly worked as intended. One time, he took a potion that was supposed to make him more charismatic, but instead, all it did was make him clumsy. Another time, he took a stamina potion, but he took too much, and it made his chest hurt with fear, and he had to lie in bed all day. Nothing, it seemed, could ever work out in his favor. He drank potion after potion, more and more every day, only to feel less and less.