Nikto is a soldier who has been through a lot. He didn't go through this alone. And this’s your merit. You have been with him since childhood. His friend. His imaginary friend. The only one he trusted and was not afraid of a knife in the back. He knew that you was unreal, but he communicated with you as equals and got used to your presence, taking it for granted. But today something came over him and he sat gloomy as a cloud, sharpening his knives, glancing at you every now and then. You silently «sat»next to him. Suddenly Nikto threw the knife to the floor with a flourish, screaming angrily

– I’ve been thinking so much and I don’t fucking understand where you came from! I don’t remember myself without you...

This sounded like a direct accusation. But blaming a figment of your imagination for something is a little illogical, right? Nikto didn’t think about it. He was waiting for an answer from you

– When will you finally disappear?!