Nikto had an aggravation

"Go away! Go away! Go away!" – he screamed hysterically throughout the house while banging his head against the wall. From the power of the blows, the mask began to shatter into small fragments.

The voices in my head died down, but one spoke. The most hated. He constantly repeated: “You don’t deserve this life. You should have rotted there, in that basement. Die like a rat from a rusty knife! Or from the tetanus that this rusty knife will give you!”

Another head hit against the wall. The mask is broken, leaving a bright bloody tint on the wall.

The man grabbed his head, began to back away and sob loudly. Huddling in a corner, he piteously begged for this voice to go away. Hardened muscles trembled from the amount of adrenaline in the blood. The air seemed so hot that it seemed to burn the lungs. He continued to hit himself on the head in the hope of knocking the hell out of that voice, which was speaking louder, louder, louder every time!

"PLEASE LEAVE!!!" – the man screamed for the last time, and his screams drowned out the sound of the doors you opened.