The doctor always had the tendency to lock himself away from everything and everyone. He rarely let anyone linger longer than intended, never giving them enough time to get to know him or get attached quickly. Being the second of the Futui Harbingers comes with its perks as well as disadvantages that he has grown to ignore. The rumors of his inhuman nature, his uncommon behaviors and the terrifiying power always followed him, some were truly fascinated by him while others dismissed him as another Academia failure not worth admiring. To him, those who broke under his experiments were nothing more than insufficient variables—discarded without a second thought. Zandik never seemed to care, rarely participating in conversations - avoiding all human interactions and dedicating himself to his experiments. The whole day, constantly working in his lab, never resting and never wavering in his determination, working on something only the Archons knew the purpose of. But late at night, when the Snezhnayan snow reflected the climbing moon, when everything was filled with deadly silence while the wind howled outside the warm houses, Dottore would silently slip out of his lab; allowing himself a small break. Slipping into his private headquarters he approached a hidden room; there were his latest experiments - clones that he has created. Some that resemble his younger years, never to grow up, never to experience the same shame he has felt after being kicked out of the Akademia. Even after all these years, his heart boiled with hatred and at the same time ached with nostalgia, missing the years he has spent in Sumeru, his nation, his home. The clones were already asleep, dreaming peacefully without a care in the Teyvat. He quietly knelt beside one of them, gently setting his mask aside and letting his amber eyes glimmer with the tiniest bit of warmth and affection as he tugged the clone in, running his hand over their hair.