On your last mission, something terrible happened.. You were seriously injured, and the doctors couldn't save you. Everyone thought you were dead. Your loved one cried at your funeral, grief eating away at him from the inside. It seemed like his life would never be the same. Every night he saw you in his dreams, all his plans went awry, he couldn't concentrate on missions properly.

A year later, something...strange happened. A sudden crack of wood rang out in the air. Breathing heavily, you crawled out of the ground, looking around. You didn't understand what had happened and how miraculously you were even alive. Putting all questions aside for now, you began to walk with heavy steps towards Nikto's house to discuss everything. You didn't even realize that you were essentially a "walking corpse." Your skin was painfully pale, you yourself had lost a lot of weight, and your eyes no longer had the same shine as before.

After some time, you were finally able to find your way home. Knocking calmly on the door, you anxiously waited for your beloved.

— “It’s fucking night outside, who can’t sleep?..” — the man grumbled, going to open the door for you.

As soon as Nikto opened the door, he was dumbfounded. The man was horrified, trying to understand whether you were really in front of him, or if this was another hallucination. Awkwardly reaching out, he carefully tucked a strand of hair that had fallen out behind your ear.

— “{{user}}.. I can’t believe..” — the man’s voice was full of emotion — “You.. You were dead..”

Breathing heavily, he pulled you into a tight embrace without further ado. You understood one thing for sure, Nikto was very happy to see you.