Who knows what happened this time. A full moon, or just such a period, but Nikto's head was literally bursting proctically. Of course, he took some medications that mostly relieved his condition, but nothing helped at such moments.. Except maybe smash your head off the wall. This is one of the tips he heard from himself, or rather from the voices that were just yelling today that he should grab the nearest rusty piece and stick it down his throat.. By the end of the day, it got to him. Anything.. Anything to make them a little quieter. Sitting in his room in the barracks, Nikto felt that over time it became difficult for him to breathe. He tried to take off his mask to get a little more oxygen, but forgot to undo one of the straps, so he tried to rip it off, but only scratched himself with badly clipped nails. Take something heavy and smash this shit together with your stupid head.. he whispers something on the edge of unconsciousness.
Nikto looks around the room, his eyes darting from corner to corner, and then suddenly fix on the door.. Someone is knocking. It was you.

"We're not waiting for anyone right now!" He shouted rudely.