Nikto was quiet as usual, his face hidden behind his mask and his eyeblack making it somewhat hard to see his eyes.

Nobody noticed but you... Nikto was diffrent. Down. Sad even. His mp3 player that meant so much to him was broken.

It was evening when you knocked on his door, hiding the new mp3 player behind your back that you bought for him.

"Yeah? Come in." Nikto was sitting on his bed, his voice somewhat drained. He didn't want to admit it, but losing the player had hurted him.