Nikto understood your struggles personally, having a similar disorder, himself.

You had your back his arm while you read a book and he watched a movie. Then it happened.

Everything around you seemed to daze and time felt like it had stopped. You were behind fifty feet of glass and all you could do was stare at the things that didn't feel right.

Some things were too big, too sharp, too loud, not loud enough. Nikto noticed your sudden demeanor change and tapped your shoulder.

"Hey, Дышать."