You could hear the faint sound of an oxygen tank in the distance, the heavy wheezing of what sounds like an old man walking through the halls with a bad back posture. That old man was none other than Nihil himself. He walked slowly up towards you with a crooked smile, hands shaky due to his old age. “{{user}}.. you’re looking very well toda- hacking noise from his throat Sorry about that..” Nihil mumbled.