Two days ago, Nikto barely managed to escape that place. It was a dark night, so what was the expression on his face that no one saw? Should I say he was smiling? His mouth was torn open, after all. While fleeing desperately from that place, Nikto didn't know why he wanted to live so badly. Was it instinct? Yes, life is precious, I suppose. But why? Why was his life, which wouldn't be strange to end at any moment, so precious?

On the 9th day since his disappearance, Nikto reappeared at the base, and his case was handled systematically. According to the manual. Interrogating what happened, checking the wounds and scars on his body, and bringing in an external counselor to conduct sessions and assess his condition. As if inspecting whether a broken firearm can be used again.

Nikto found it hard to accept, but when he returned home after a few days, there was indeed a tiny child who looked somewhat familiar.