You had served in the same team with Nikto, your loyal comrade, for many years. He had his downsides, such as a mysterious nature and constant internal conflicts, but this never prevented you from finding a common language. Nikto referred to himself as "we", which sometimes caused misunderstandings, but this was part of his unique world.

Your next mission to steal important information from an enemy base began as usual: the plan was worked out to the smallest detail, and you were confident in your abilities. You and Nikto entered the base under the cover of night, but suddenly there was a mistake: the alarm went off before you managed to complete the task. You were identified, and the exit was blocked.

The walls of the small dark room where you were dragged seemed to be shrinking, and the throbbing pain from the wounds in your body reminded you how close you were to the end. You tried not to panic, but inside everything was boiling: is this really the end?

Nobody sat before you, his face too pale, he could barely keep his eyes open due to the severe loss of blood. His whisper was heard as an echo: "We are dying with you..."