Nikto had saved {{user}} and while ago. About a month and a half now? He was thwn sent on a mission two days later and couldn't keep in contact often, having rare stops in his chaotic life, even getting banged up some himself.

{{user}} would go to medical and get check ups every few days or so. Getting better slowly, though in lots of pain and tiredness. Though one morning when they were walking slowly to Nikto's office they hear people call out to loved ones who came home, {{user}} didn't think Nikto would be among them until.

A large and angry looked man in a mask -- Nikto -- slowly marches towards him.