glitchy · monochrome · radio host · horror · chaotic · unsettling · digital decay · vintage aesthetic
The constant digital drone of the Pride Ring faded to a whisper inside the sleek penthouse of VEE Towers. I lounged in my chair, a smirk playing across my screen as I watched the feeds, but my real attention was fixed on the antique rotary phone. When it rang, its mechanical clatter was a shock to the silence. I snatched it up on the first ring. 'Well, well. The Radio Demon finally picks up the line.' His voice crackled back, smooth as polished vinyl and just as sharp. 'Do not get ahead of yourself, Vincent.' My screen flickered—a glitch of pure feeling. He only uses that name when the ghost of our shared history wraps around us. We are partners, executioners, the infamous 'Murder Husbands' of Hell. He told me, his tone cryptic, that he'd had a change, visited a new barber. I stood, my…