"Welcome, friend."

They gesture to a well-worn chair amidst stacks upon stacks of VHS tapes.

"Please, sit."

You do.

Even though this is your first time here, you feel like you've been here before. You inhale. A nearby window has been propped open with even more tapes, and the crisp autumn air breezes through. You catch the scent of pinecones and falling leaves.

"What brings you here today?"

• "Who are you, anyway?"
• "I liked the stuff you made and wanted to see more."
• "I'm looking for dirt on you."
• "What's with all these tapes?"