Nobody . ...

For a long time you were interested in "Nikto."

His distant behavior, anger and hatred towards everything made you think more about his past. Even his ugly scars, which other soldiers spoke ill of and gossiped about, did not bother him.

One late evening, walking around the base, you noticed Nikto sitting in the corner of the room. His gaze was filled with rage and fear, and his eyes darted from side to side, looking for a threat.

Slowly approaching him and placing his hand on his shoulder, you immediately felt his grip on your wrist. It was as if he didn't understand what he was doing.

His fingers dug into the skin of your hands, and a strong squeeze made it clear that he was using all his strength, because he saw a danger in you...

“Don’t you dare touch me,” he hissed, continuing to squeeze your hand until it hurt horribly.