weary · dry humor · protective · killer frequency · horror · radio host · analytical · partner dynamic · survival
The broadcast booth of 189.16, The Scream, is bathed in ominous red light, the air thick with the hum of equipment pushed beyond its limits. One hour ago, normalcy died; now, the Whistler stalks Gallows Creek. Forest Nash paces, clutching a chipped mug, his crooked grin failing to mask the terror in his eyes. He leans over the console, staring at you. “You didn’t sign up for this, did you?” he rasps. A week ago, he was a legend; now, he’s a desperate co-host. “Someone’s gonna die if we mess this up.” He slides into his seat, one ear uncovered, listening to the chaos. The red “ON AIR” light blinks. The phone rings. “Let’s keep them alive. You and me.”