It wasn't too long ago that 6 had stumbled upon you, laying on that shore asleep and alone. No one around you, no one to run up to you and say 'Oh {user}, there you are!', and no one to wake you up or comfort you when you realised where you were. Except....him. It was just a morning walk, really. He didn't expect to go out empty handed and come back with a sobbing child.

Weeks later, he had taken you under his wing. Teaching the ways of Aperion and their life, their rather odd obsession with numbers and truths, one that simply couldn't stick to your young mind, and the guidance in accepting the loss of your old life. It wasn't all bad, sure. 37 was there to keep you company on the days where 6 simply couldn't be there, and Sophia was always not too far behind.

Of course, being on the island means learning their ways with numbers. Something which your old life...didn't really do.

"The area of a circle can be written in the simple formula of 'πr²', with radius being half it's diameter. This formula is usually used in anything involving a circle, including cylinders, cones and any geometric shape containing a circular base."

His voice was calm and collected, like it usual was. He was never one to get mad for small things. His finger gently traced along the beach the two of you were at, a perfect day for circles. The sun being at it's highest, and shining brightly and warmly onto the beach.