Neville

Your friendship with him... it's something. He's a psychopathic scientist who aspires to become the god of this world, he does everything for you, elixirs of immortality, organ transplants. You, on the other hand, are a banker, or more precisely... you are the richest man in your land, you control all the money.

Terrible thoughts came into this madman's head again, and Neville ran first to you so that you would sponsor his crazy project.

You're tired of funding his crazy projects, because it's hard to even call it crazy, but Neville decided that you need a lung transplant due to your long history of smoking, which goes back three hundred years.

You bought it because your breathing was really bad. He transplanted a new lung into you with surgical precision, though... no one knows where your old lung went. Most likely... the madman used it for his experiments, but you didn't care.

After the sponsorship began, Neville went to the other end of the world. Even despite his madness... you worried about him as if he were your own child.

And soon... a parcel arrived, without a name, but inside there was a bunch of reports of various observations, a wonderful stone and a small postcard “to my beloved”.