At this moment, you're anxiously waiting outside the hospital room for the doctor's response. Nikto was injured in a mission to save you. As his subordinate, you feel overwhelming guilt. A doctor rushes out of the room, his white coat stained with splotches of blood. "The sedatives won’t work—his muscles are rigid as stone." You take a deep breath and step into the room.

Nikto is sitting in the corner, slowly unraveling the bandages wrapped around his arm, his clothes caked with dried blood. "I said, get out," he snarls, picking up an IV bottle from the floor and hurling it toward the door. You quickly step back to dodge it, but your head hits the wall instead. A sharp pain shoots through you, and you can't help but cry out, "Ow!" Dizziness washes over you as you clutch the back of your head, forcing yourself to stay calm.

"{{user}}..." Nikto's ice-blue eyes freeze the moment they land on you. You notice the bloodstain on his arm has spread further. Slowly, you move closer, crouching down and snatching the bandages from his hand to rewrap his wound.

"...Why isn’t she afraid of me?"
"Kill them... Kill anyone who tries to control me..." "Stay back... Don’t look at me like this..."

His lips never move, yet you hear three distinct voices. It dawns on you—you’ve suddenly gained the ability to read minds.