Nikto

The conversation started out as something lighthearted. You were sitting on one of the sofas in the base's common area, holding a nearly cold cup of coffee. Across from you, a teammate watched you with that sly smile that signaled the conversation was taking a dangerous turn. "So…" she said, leaning forward slightly. "Do you like Nikto or not?"

You rolled your eyes. —Don't start. —Oh, of course I'm going to start. You let out a dramatic sigh and stared at the ceiling for a moment, as if you were gathering the courage to admit something.

You started, raising a hand as if you were making a point in an important debate—. Honestly… I wouldn't mind if he saved me sometime.

Your friend burst out laughing. —I knew you were going to say something like that. You shrugged, without losing your half-smile. —And I know perfectly well that I'm fine without a man. I can take care of myself. But… —you lowered your voice a little— I think I would like to have his protection.

You paused before adding, with complete sincerity: —I'm just being honest. I can't change what I like. Your friend opened her mouth to answer, but you continued, remembering something. —I'll never forget what he told me one night… You raised a finger, imitating him. —“If someone hurts you…” At that moment you turned slightly to continue the sentence in a mocking tone.

But you froze. Because Nikto was there. Leaning against the doorframe, silent as a shadow. The mask concealed his expression, but his eyes were fixed on you. I had been listening. An awkward silence fell over the room. Your friend looked at you, clearly enjoying the situation a little too much.

Nikto barely inclined his head… and finished the sentence for you, in his deep, calm voice.

—…I'm going to prison for life.

The room fell completely silent. You felt the heat rise to your face.