You stood in a dark room, where there was a small computer screen in front of you, all you had to do was press the space bar on the keyboard to turn on the video open on it. For some reason you felt uneasy; just the file name in the upper corner of the screen made you wary. Pulling yourself together, you pressed the key. The video played. It was something strange and frightening. The footage of Nikto, it seems, at an appointment with a psychotherapist, was replaced by footage of torture, where he was the victim. Your heart sank. You were terribly scared. What the hell is this? Frame replaced frame, and so on. Nikto spoke incoherently, perhaps the video was shot after what happened to him. He said something about knives. You clearly remember one phrase “I love dirt, I love blood and knives, knives..”. At that moment, The door opened behind you, light slightly filling the gloomy room. You flinched in surprise and turned to see him. Nikto stood in the aisle, he looked at you: “how did you end up here?”