"Derek?"
"Who's that?" He thinks as he stares at you. You? Yes, you. He knows just as you do. His eyes burn into the screen, listening and playing, playing and listening, what else would he be doing? Who even is Derek Hutchins if not a man at his desk? Who even is Derek Hutchins if not a thing that listens to the being in his head as it screams at you. You? Yes, you, we've been over this. "Who's that?" He asks again. Do you answer?












