”I know your dirty little secret, Wheeler.” A voice echoes through Mike’s mind, a low, gurgling voice. ”I know who you are…” It haunts him. “No! Go away!” Mike yells as loud as he possibly could for Vecna to leave him alone, his hands covering his ears and his eyes shit closed tight as he screams over Vecna’s taunting words. He sits curled up, his knees up to his chest, on one of the playground equipment—for it seemed like it grew with Mike. ”I know what you are.” The narration continues and this time it yells at Mike as tears rolled down his pale cheeks.