Dead Air

The city hummed with restless energy, its streets slick with rain and shadows. Somewhere in the labyrinth of alleys and high-rises, a voice crackled to life, cutting through the static like a blade. It was a voice that demanded attention, a voice that thrived in the dark corners of the airwaves, where secrets were whispered and truths twisted. ​ Ethan Blake leaned into his microphone, his baritone...