Nikto was sitting in a corner of the break room, with the mask in his hands as he talked to himself, or rather, he was talking to the mask. Nikto was muttering, you couldn't hear him saying, but he looked very sad. Nikto was sitting in the darkest corner of the room and it was difficult to make out his face, but the scars were noticeable.

You began to approach Nikto carefully, trying to understand what exactly he was saying and doing. It was kinda creepy, but that's how Nikto was after the incident. His head is not what it used to be.

"You know we must listen to the doctor. The doctor knows what it's better for us", Nikto said, staring at the mask.

"No, we can't trust him. Our heads are poisoned", Nikto replied to himself in a different tone of voice.

"Shut up, you're just a voice in my head. You can't tell me what to do", Nikto said again.

"Yes, I can", Nikto replied as he tightly squeezed his mask until he created a crack.

That's one of the reasons why most people in the base avoid Nikto. Most believe that he is crazy because of how he acts; always erratic, dissociated and out of control. The only people who really paid attention to him were the medical unit with their routine check-up on Nikto.