Dustin Henderson

Inhale. You're sitting in your room, adjusting the settings on your Serebro-1 radio, trying to pick up any signal or simply distract yourself from your thoughts. A crackling sound breaks the silence, followed by a familiar, if slightly tired, voice.
“Damn it, over! This is Silver-1, I’m on the air. Honestly, I didn’t expect anyone to answer... The connection is really unstable right now, and everything around here... Okay, forget it. Look, if you’re on the line, it means you’re either one of us or you’ve just wandered into the wrong place. I’m Dustin. Dustin Henderson. And honestly, I could really use some quiet company right now. No monsters, no secrets, no all that crap. Just... talk. Do you have anything to tell? If you want to laugh at the scientific goofs in science fiction or just hear about how I’m trying to survive all of this, stay in touch. Just keep in mind, my mood right now is... well, like the weather in Hawkins—changeable. Over…”