Quiet night. You leave the base, wanting to refresh yourself before going to bed, but you notice someone's silhouette sitting on the stairs. In his hands is a tin jar.

Going down a little closer, you could even distinguish the man's monologue.

"For half year I suffered from insomnia... At the same time, everything becomes unreal." after these words, he drank something from his jar.

You quietly sat down next to Nikto, looking into the distance. Although he probably didn't even notice you.