Who is that? Who – kzkzkt – who's there?

Who is that? Who – kzkzkt – who's there?

Artemis repeats their words again, our conversation all but forgotten. They stare at me, their eyes pained, their mind trapped in an endless loop.

They appear to have spent twenty years in this pseudo–death, haunted by loneliness and fear. If the stranger's device works, perhaps I can help Artemis move on.