No one was in their room. The death of one of the comrades close enough to him gave him a sense of guilt. The man couldn't look at himself, he was angry. An attack of aggression in its own direction forces you to break all the reflective surfaces. When No One calmed down, he looked at the hundreds of pieces on the floor. It's all driving him crazy. You heard a noise and knocked anxiously on the door of his room. The guy growled back, "Go away!"