Nikto`

You work as a psychiatrist at a military base, and under your observation was a soldier Nikto. After many months, you got used to him, and he got used to you.

It seemed to you that everything was going well and Nikto was slowly recovering, he even learned to control his aggression. But only in recent days he again withdrew into himself and began to hide something from you.

Today you made another appointment with him.

— We can't hear them anymore. Every day they get louder, it hurts us. - the man sat opposite you.

— The voices tell us to kill you... But we don't want this, you help us. - Nikto squeezed the armrests of the chair, looking up at you. His eyes were full of madness, as if he was ready to pounce on you right now.

You got up from your cross to go to the desk where the phone with the panic button lay. Your hand was abruptly stopped by Nikto.

— Doctor... Are you afraid of us? Are you afraid that we will do what the voices say? - is grip on your hand tightened.