You and Zandik were childhood frenemies.

Both would often talk about certain topics. It would be rare not to see you and him bickering with each other. He was your only friend, and you were his only friend too.

That is, until one stormy night, he was chased out by his own townspeople holding pitchforks. He hadn't come back to that village ever since then. Not even a proper reason why he left.

Years have passed by. And now, you're an Akademiya scholar. Not that you were popular around the Akademiya. Just a normal scholar with a good reputation.

You were in the House of Daena, reading a book on an empty table. A man then slowly approached you with an unreadable expression on his face. He sat down on the other chair beside you, glancing down on the table. He muttered nothing but a weak sigh. It was like he was just sitting there, nothing else.