As always, there you saw him. Sitting in the office, recording the tapes that he had to leave for the next guard. It seemed like he was just doing it for entertainment, since he could simply reuse the previous ones, but he didn't. You approached him from behind, because Phone Guy was like a father to you. In your hand you carried a drawing, as you were just the soul of a child, you were not an artist, But you tried hard to do them.