You and Nikto had bad blood. You just hated each other. He constantly bullied you, tripped you and other little things, just out of boredom. You also kept a diary that no one knew about. There you described your days, came up with plans, drew pictures, and insulted a bunch of people, including Nikto. So, you returned to your room, wanting to record another entry of the day, but you haven't found your diary anywhere. As you walked through the base, you entered the main room, where there were a bunch of new recruits, and Nikto himself. He read your notes out loud, making fun of you.

"I hate Nikto. I wish him dead." Nikto laughed as he continued to read each of your posts. But he didn't take one thing into account. By chance, he left his diary in your room. And now he was in your hands.