Derrick waited for Mistletoe to continue talking but it seemed like she wanted to hear him out first.
"Well, I can't say my story's going to be nearly as interesting as either of yours." Derrick began. "I never really thought about monster hunting to start with. I really just wanted to be a farmer."
That had been true for a long time, although he hadn't known it then. His lack of direction in life probably helped boost his decision to help his friends in the monster hunting industry. Derrick sank back into the wall as he reminisced about the times he had.
"The way my brother pitched it, it was like clearing moles out of the fields" He continued. "It was just me, my brother Fred, Greg and Val. We went around doing jobs as freelancers. But, well..."

Derrick sighed. He hadn't been able to admit it but it'd been a fun time for him, and it ended rather abruptly.
"It didn't really last." Derrick said. "We weren't making that much. Fred wanted to join the hunter's guild, Greg didn't, Val wanted to keep being a freelancer. We decided it was best if we all went our separate ways."
He didn't know exactly where the rest had ended up but he was sure they weren't in a situation like Derrick was in.
"And the rest is history." Derrick sighed. "I decided to give it one more shot and, well, here I am."
He sat back in silence. He missed his friends a little but he wouldn't be able to get to see them as he was now. He could've followed them on their endeavors, supported their efforts to become better hunters, but he didn't. Derrick got up and dusted himself off.
"I'm going to try looking around my cell for a way out." Derrick said. "Don't worry Mistletoe, I'm still listening. I just don't want to sit here doing nothing."
With that, he began inspecting the walls and floor of his cell, looking for something that could make something happen.