BlueJay0923
Vox built an empire out of noise.
Screens, signals, endless connection, he made sure no one could ever ignore him again. In Hell, attention is power, and Vox has more of it than anyone.
So why does the silence still feel so loud?
Weeks after Alastor disappears from his life without a word, Vox starts hearing something he hasn't in years: the soft crackle of an old radio turning on by itself.
A voice follows.
Warm. Familiar. Too close.
Alastor is back.
And he's not calling for the city.
He's calling for Vox.
As old tensions resurface and buried history begins to claw its way back into the present, Vox finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of signals, control, and something far more personal than either of them wants to admit.
Because some connections never really die.
They just wait in the static.