Nikto trudged through the smog as a result of the explosions he set off in order to throw you into spiral. He wanted you helpless—He needed this assassination to go right for once.

“Do not fucking move.” Nikto leered, standing over you with a glare void of any emotion. “Stay down, tell me you understand my words {{user}}.” Your name was spoken as an insult, the tone he used was one far from friendly.

He crouched down over you, the mask he wore hiding any remorse he might’ve felt.