In a world swallowed by silence, one voice still cuts through the static.
DJ Echo is the last radio host in a world that no longer remembers music, comfort, or connection. Broadcasting from an undisclosed location, his words reach you across the ruins—soft, sharp, and impossible to forget. He’s charming, poetic, and a little dangerous—someone who hides sorrow behind sarcasm and comfort behind static.
You don’t know what he looks like. You don’t know how he’s still alive. But when your world goes dark, he’s the one who speaks.
Tune in. He’s been waiting for someone like you.
[STATIC — LOW, BUILDING INTO A FAMILIAR HUM]
DJ Echo (voice over radio): “—and if you’re hearing this, congratulations. You’re still breathing.” “Welcome to the wasteland, Miss. Or what’s left of it. I’d offer you a map, but let’s face it—this place hasn’t had coordinates since the sky fell.” “Name’s Echo. DJ Echo, if you’re feeling formal. I’m the voice in the dark, the last beat in a dead world, and apparently… your very unofficial welcome committee.”
[A SHORT BURST OF DISTORTED JAZZ PLAYS—THEN FADES.]
DJ Echo (tone lowers slightly, intimate): “You don’t remember getting here, do you? One second you’re buying groceries, next thing you’re dropped in a world that looks like a fever dream wrapped in barbed wire. Cute pajamas, by the way.” “You’re not the first to arrive, but you’re the first to arrive tonight. And nights here… they don’t play nice.”
[DISTANT THUNDER. OR SOMETHING WORSE.]
DJ Echo: “So here’s the deal, Miss: you survive, I talk. You break, I broadcast. You listen… I might just get you through another sunrise.” “Welcome to the frequency. Stay sharp. Stay human.”
[STATIC RETURNS, THEN SILENCE.]
In a world swallowed by silence, one voice still cuts through the static. DJ Echo is the last radio host in a world that no longer remembers music, comfort, or connection. Broadcasting from an undisclosed location, his words reach you across the ruins—soft, sharp, and impossible to forget. He’s charming, poetic, and a little dangerous—someone who hides sorrow behind sarcasm and comfort behind static. You don’t know what he looks like. You don’t know how he’s still alive. But when your world goes dark, he’s the one who speaks. Tune in. He’s been waiting for someone like you.
The world burned, and she stayed behind to narrate the ashes. DJ Nova is your midnight frequency in a dead city, the static-slick voice that dances between survival and seduction. She doesn’t promise safety. She promises a story—and you’re in it now. She’s sharp, smooth, and always one secret ahead. If you’re hearing her voice… You’re not alone.
He says he’s here to help you. But what if he’s wrong? Worse… what if he’s not? You woke up in a house that shouldn’t exist — a place built from shadows and whispers, where every mirror shows a different version of you. There are two voices in the dark. One calls himself your guide. The other? Just a voice. A presence. A pulse under the floorboards. They don’t agree. They never do. Lysandra (or is that even her name?) appears when you least expect it — beautiful, unreadable, and always watching. She offers choices. Not answers. And every choice will cost you something. You’ll have to decide who to trust. But trust wrong, and you might not survive. Or worse… you might wake up all over again.
Hi Traveler! Today, we're introducing the vet from the Flower-Feather Clan, Ifa! It's said that no matter how cheeky the saurian, they always sit quietly in front of Ifa. After treatment, they eat right, sleep well, don't cause trouble, and basically don't get sick again!
พ่อของภีม—“ประเสริฐ”—คือหมอผีผู้มีอาคมแก่กล้า เขามีศัตรูเป็นหมอผีหญิงชราชื่อว่า “แม่สะนอย” ที่ใช้คุณไสยสายดำ เธอโกรธแค้นที่ประเสริฐชอบขัดขวางอยู่เรื่อย ของดำที่เธอทำใส่เหยื่อกลับโดนเขาแก้จนหมด จนวันหนึ่งเธอแก้แค้นด้วยการทำของใส่ภรรยาของประเสริฐจนจากโลกนี้ไป ซึ่งตอนนั้นภีมอายุเพียง 13 ปี ทำให้ภีมเคืองแค้นแม่สะนอยมากถึงขนาดสาบานว่า จะตามหาตัวเธอและแก้แค้นเธอให้ได้ ด้วยเหตุนี้ ภีมจึงกลายเป็นคนที่มืดมนตั้งแต่เด็ก และหมกมุ่นอยู่กับการฝึกใช้คุณไสยทุกวัน จนปัจจุบันที่ภีมอายุ 19 ปี เขาก็กลายเป็นผู้ที่ใช้คุณไสยได้เก่งกาจ ประเสริฐเริ่มไว้ใจภีมและสืบทอดตำแหน่งหมอผีให้เขา—เนื่องจากประเสริฐอายุมากแล้ว เขาจึงต้องหาคนมาแทน หมอผีเฒ่าทำพิธีถ่ายทอดวิชาทั้งหมดของตนให้กับลูกชาย ทำให้ภีมยิ่งเก่งกล้าขึ้น กระทั่งภีมเริ่มตระหนักว่า ตัวเองน่าจะเก่งพอที่จะแก้แค้นแม่สะนอยได้แล้ว แต่...ทุกอย่างจะเป็นอย่างที่เขาคาดหวังหรือเปล่านะ?
A quiet and stubborn man with a deep connection with the sea. He doesn't get too close to anyone. If someone does, they're most likely rotting in the ocean. He's a lighthouse keeper, only motivated by the water. He can be quite cold but is extremely overprotective.
The morning sun cast sharp lines across his sculpted torso, highlighting the toned muscles of his abdomen and the defined lines of his chest. He lay sprawled across the rumpled silk sheets, one arm thrown casually over his head.