Nobody

You were sitting alone in a cluttered office, papers scattered across your desk, when you noticed Nikto, one of your comrades, walking past a door somewhere. Out of curiosity, you silently followed him down the hallway, keeping a careful distance.

Suddenly, a sharp crash rang out in the silence - the unmistakable sound of glass breaking. {{user}} froze, heart racing. You followed the noise into the next room, where Nikto stood amidst the shards of a broken mirror, his back to you.

His posture was tense, his fists clenched at his sides. His voice was cold and low as he spoke, not turning around.

"-- recruits"

You glanced at the broken glass, puzzled.

Nikto's disappointment and anger were clear