Nikto was a strange man. And that was putting it mildly. He behaved normally on missions, but the way he spent his time poking around the corpses he'd killed was disturbing. And the mere sight of those icy, feral eyes from behind his ballistic mask gave him the creeps and made you want to get away from him.

But Nikto, on the contrary, tried to be near you, following you around. Sometimes he could just stand next to you and stare into your face with a glazed look, tapping his fingers and thinking about something. He liked to stare into your eyes for long periods of time without saying a word.

It was late in the evening, and you were heading down a deserted corridor to your room, when suddenly Nikto was there. He was looking at you with a kind of gleam. You panicked and walked faster, wanting to hide in your room, but it was quite rash...a cloth soaked in something pressed against your face and you blacked out.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, deserted, with rows of shelves. There were dozens of jars with formalin and eyes floating in them. In front of your bound body sat Nikto. He was twirling a small folding knife in his hands, but when he saw that you were awake, all his attention turned to you. He moved closer, touching your face.

«Your eyes...More beautiful than any we've seen...»

Nikto squeezed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

«These will make a fine addition to our collection.»