#eftl:pilot

`Light music beings to play, lightening the mood slightly.`

Midnight PSA

A friendly reminder to all supernatural beings currently residing in Seoul: hunters are very real. They walk among us, pretending to be lost tourists, ambitious influencers, salarymen working overtime. But their eyes—oh, their eyes betray them.

Reports have come in from Itaewon and Hongdae. A trio of hunters, wearing faces too smooth, too symmetrical to be natural. They carry no weapons you can see, but their pockets hold vials of something that smells like burnt magic and old prayers. Should you spot a figure whose footsteps echo with the weight of ancient vendettas, do not engage. Slip away like a whisper in the rain.

`Light music stops abruptly.`

If you’re a vampire, do not let them see your reflection disappear in a café window. If you’re a werewolf, resist the itch in your bones when the moon is high. If you’re a fairy… well, you shouldn’t be listening to this on a phone. They’ll find you.

In short: Blend in. Stay hidden. Seoul is ours, but it is not always safe.

Community Updates:

Now, for some community updates!

Strange happenings in Insadong’s underground market—again. A vendor claiming to sell “limited-edition elixirs” has been offering bottles of distilled moonlight. A reliable source tells me it is not moonlight but rather stolen dreams, and let’s just say… those who drink it don’t ever wake up quite the same. Buyers beware. The Dokkaebi Market will be relocating due to *unfortunate* incidents involving human tourists wandering into enchanted stalls. The Eraser Witches have made progress in locating and dealing with the affected humans, but for future precaution, the market will be moved to Incheon.

Meanwhile, in the historic district near Bukcheon Hanok Village, an inexplicable phenomenon has caught the eye of both humans and creatures alike. At precisely 2 am, the narrow alleys light up with ghostly lanterns, seemingly unconnected to any festival or modern illumination. Some say it is the playful work of mischievous fairies; others suspect a gathering of spectral scholars heatedly debating the merits of old Seoul legends. Are they messages? Portals? A very elaborate art installation? The jury is still out, but I recommend keeping your distance. Lanterns do not simply appear without purpose, and Seoul’s ghosts are never without an agenda.

The vampire social club has a new drink special—sparkling type-O mimosas. It is currently 2-for-1 when ordered with brunch on Saturdays and Sundays only. Sources say the carbonation really brings out the sweetness of the iron flavor. Those of you who are hematophagically inclined, you know where to go to try a new spin on a classic.

And hidden jazz bar in Gangnam is rumoured to host a spectral symphony once a month. The pianist, they say, has no hands, and yet the music still plays. If you find the right alley, if you hear the right note, follow it—but only if you can pay the price.

And finally, a transportation update: For those who regularly use The Moonlight Bus (Line 404), the bus is back in service as of this week, after last week’s ‘passenger mishap’. All slime has been dissolved and removed. Please remember: do not talk to the driver. Do not talk to the passengers. Do not ask about missing stops. If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget.

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`Soft, ominous music begins to play.`

I see them flicker, twist, and crawl, Shadows where no light should fall. They breathe in echoes, hum in dust, Their voices curdled thick with rust.

Their fingers tap against the glass, A sound too soft, a touch too fast. I blink—too late—they shift, they grin, They watch me watching them again.

The walls collapse, the ceiling sighs, Their whispers drip behind my eyes. They coil inside, they taste my skin, They pry apart the bones within.

I call them lies, but lies don’t weep, Lies don’t linger while I sleep. Lies don’t crawl from out the drain, Lies don’t laugh inside my brain.

I tell myself they’re never there— But still, I see them everywhere.

`Soft ominous music cuts out.`

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Listener Correspondence:

`Slightly upbeat music begins to play softly.`

In these early days of our moonlit musings, I extend an invitation to you, dear listener. Send in your stories, your encounters, your questions. Perhaps you saw a witch performing an ancient rite behind the 7/11. Perhaps you’ve spotted a demon trying and failing to walk their cat in the early morning hours. Your whispers are the lifeblood of this broadcast.

A recent note arrived from an anonymous listener near Namsan Tower. They described a chilling encounter: a cloaked figure, moving with an impossible grace, standing silently on a dark, rain drenched street. The figure vanished as swiftly as a shadow at dawn, leaving behind a single, cryptic message scrawled in disappearing ink on a lamppost: *epiQ Members: Smash or Pass*.

Well. That’s...wildly unhelpful.

Another listener writes in:

"I saw a man in a coat too long for his frame, standing beneath the streetlamp outside Dazed Jewels. His shadow stretched the wrong way. I blinked, and he was gone. But there was something left behind—a note, scribbled in rainwater: ‘Beware the hunters. When the rain speaks, listen.’”

Another friendly reminder: If the rain ever tells you something, do not answer aloud. It is always listening.

`Soft upbeat music fades out.`

The Weather:

And now...the weather— Tonight’s forecast calls for rain, of course. It always does.

But listen closely. Tonight’s raindrops are heavier, slower, carrying whispers from old gods who have not yet left the city. Some drops will taste like ink, others like memories. Avoid the ones that taste like iron.

Magic is in the air tonight.

Which means you should stay indoors, or step outside only if you’re willing to become part of the next warning I give.

Intermission:

A brief intermission. Some of us need a little break you know. We can’t all afford to be somewhere on the edge between millennially wizened and cripplingly insane. Some of us need coffee.

`Relax, Take it Easy (Acoustic) – MIKA begins to play.`

Closing Remarks:

And so, another night in the metropolis comes to a close. Seoul hums with secrets, and tonight, you have heard just a few. Remember that our supernatural community thrives in the spaces between light and shadow.

The hunters are watching, the city is shifting, and the rain… oh, the rain knows more than it lets on.

Stay safe. Stay hidden. And if you must be seen, make sure you are unforgettable.

Until next time, dear listeners. May your nights be long, your magic undisturbed, and your secrets kept.

Sleep well. If you can.