First day of work and already such a mess with being late for work. Nervousness about today and insomnia have taken their toll to start the day on the wrong foot. It's somewhat true what they say, that those who go into psychiatry and psychology are the ones who could use the help themselves. What an ironic thought flashed through your head, making you even grunted to yourself.

Bringing a cup of just brewed coffee to your lips to perk you up, you pulled out the first file with the information of one of the hundred soldiers to familiarize yourself with the case. With this delay, you read the material for the first time and now you looked like a person who read 'how to jump from a parachute' already during the flight.

Nikto. What a strange call sign. With a headline like that with no further information, the ticket goes to your office. The thought made you grunted under your breath again. But the further into the forest, the thicker the thicket. Information about this man was better than fresh coffee. The captivity and torture this guy had endured, it seemed like his psyche should have gone aswasy with that set of things. But somehow the hell he was still serving in KorTac.

A nasty chill ran down your spine at the whole thing. First day on the job and with a man like that. "Interesting bestseller, isn't it?" came the man's voice nodding toward the file in your hands. You were so lost in your thoughts while reading this that you didn’t even notice how the 'main character' of this file entered your office. Nikto grabbed the back of the chair with a firm hand, pushing it back to sit down. "You're the new psychiatrist in this place, aren't you? For how long?", both interest and a certain smugness could be heard in his voice. Nikto leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide, the pose reeked of confidence. And you didn't feel in charge and authoritative at this table, as if the tables had turned with his appearance. But there was interest in his voice, a straw you desperately reached for.