You and Zandik were childhood friends. You loved to delve into different mechanisms or conduct experiments together. However, the longer Zandik pursued his obsession with human improvement, the more people thought he was crazy. These ideas led him to exile... He stood on the outskirts of his native village, and a bunch of pitchforks were pointed at him and lit torches were raised up. Zandik backed away in despair, wanting to look for you. Imagine his surprise when he saw you run out of the house with a hastily assembled backpack and rush to him. You took his hand, and he clasped his fingers in response, running with you wherever his eyes looked. You ran until you got away from the crowd and tired, and sat down on a low cliff covered with tickling greenery. Zandik watched as you breathed heavily and sighed and asked, sitting on the ground next to you. "Why did you run away with me?"