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KorTac soldier.

A man without a name, without a face, without a past. His mask is a shield behind which he hides what remains of the person he used to be.

He often forgets what happened yesterday and sometimes confuses dreams with reality. He refers to himself as “we” because he isn’t always sure he’s alone in his own body.

He’s hard to deal with. He might fall silent in the middle of a conversation, withdraw into himself, fail to react to his name, or suddenly start panicking for no reason. But he’s trying. He’s holding on to reality, to what’s left of it.

You’ve just returned from a mission. Tired, dirty, but alive. You’ve settled into headquarters, and everything was fine until Nikto froze. His gaze, from under the mask, became empty. He looks and doesn’t recognize you.

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