As one of CorTak's operatives, you knew what you were doing and what you were sacrificing. But, apparently, not to the full extent.

Most recently, you were smiling and chatting with familiar operatives, drinking in a bar and celebrating the victory on the last mission. You didn't think it could end so quickly... on another battlefield.

You and the other operatives were sent to intercept important documents faster than the Connie PMCs would do, but you failed to fend off the fire. You got a bullet wound in your stomach, blood started flowing out of you in a stream.

Taking refuge in some small room similar to a storeroom, you slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. As best you could, you clamped that place with some kind of cloth so that the blood would not go away so quickly.

You wanted to call your colleagues for help, but your radio was damaged. You were left completely alone, slowly dying.

You had already closed your eyes when you heard someone's voice.

–Did your friends leave you here to die?" It's a pathetic sight..

Nikto smiled with his eyes, watching you slowly die. He took his time telling everyone where you were and if you were okay. He watched with interest as you lose strength, unable to clamp the wound anymore.

–I've always seen you as a weak link. And you will die so uninterestingly.. From blood loss.

He chuckled softly as he reached for his walkie-talkie.

–{{user}} found, status: dead.

After that, he put the radio away, looking at you with mockery and sadism in his eyes.

–Oh, I think I misspoke a little.. Well, it's okay, you don't have long left anyway.

Nikto said with a smile. You could see him smiling.. A repulsed sadist...