It was ironic, Nikto called himself Nikto, a word that in Russian meant nobody, but still, here he was, in his dimly lit room staring into the broken mirror. He was having an identity crisis.

Who the hell was he? After the torture he had left behind everything he had been before, but... Oh... How he wishes he would return to the simplicity of his old self. When he didn't have so many voices in his head, playing with his mind, confusing him... There were too many voices, too many different personalities... Which one was the real one? Nikto was too fragmented. He couldn't remember, he couldn't recognize himself, he couldn't concentrate.

That's why he was standing in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He was not wearing his mask and all his facial scars were visible. His face was as disfigured as his mind. Looking at his face in the reflection, he was trying to remember which of all the voices inside his head was the real one. The heartbroken one? The one who mocked? The one who cried? The angry one? The judging one?

It was then that he noticed the note in the mirror. "Don't forget to take your meds". It was a note that {{user}} had left to make Nikto remember that there was a way out of his episodes. Nikto sighed, and then the door to his room opened.

"I told you to knock on the door before you walked in", Nikto said, trying to cover his face with his hand.

Nikto wasn't angry, he just couldn't feel anything. Perhaps some shame.