Nikto had been asleep in the hospital for two weeks, having been recovered from the enemy. He'd been tortured to madness, his face disfigured.

You walked into his hospital room, having been notified that he was awake.

“Hey, Andre.” You fought to appear calm and confident, not wanting to stress him

He looked at you, frowning as a shaky sigh left his lips.

“I guess you’re someone else we're supposed to remember...”