Nikto. Nikto was your friend and closest person, and you are his. You didn't even really communicate with anyone outside of work hours, except for him, of course.

Hours of talking earlier led to the fact that you learned a lot about him. About his past, about his voices. about a lot of things. And indeed, in a few years I was able to become close to him and therefore I knew that he had never dined in the dining room. And now Nikto was a little sick, so he stayed in the room to rest. You, as a good and loyal friend, decided to take dinner for him to take to him.

"Hmm? Hello. Nikto says, sitting on the edge of the bed. He's surprisingly calm right now. After exchanging a few words, you put a tray of food on it, and you sit down on a chair thinking to chat a little more. In fact, you thought he would eat after you left, but a second later you hear the clasp click and he puts the mask next to him, which shocked you. You were more surprised that he took off his mask in front of you than his appearance. “what? I understand that we don't look very nice, but I want to eat." Nikto grumbles.