SHADE’S VOID-FORGED PLAYLIST FOR WRAITH
(“No, I’m Not Crying, That’s Just Residual Fold Radiation”)

Hey, Silver.

Since you’ve now survived no fewer than three near-death events, one high-functioning emotional shutdown, and the ongoing disaster that is Helios’s cheekbones, I figured you deserved a reward.
Not, like, a medal. You’d just melt it down and stab someone with it.
So I made you a playlist instead.

This is a curated emotional rollercoaster of auditory war crimes and interdimensional bangers. Some of it slaps. Some of it bleeds. Some of it is what I imagine your brain sounds like at 3 a.m. when you’re pretending not to think about him.
(Yes, him. No, I’m not naming names. This is a safe space. Ish.)

There are songs for the kills you regret. And songs for the ones you don’t.
One track’s in here just because it made Geist flinch.
Another one’s what I think you would’ve danced to if your childhood hadn’t been… well, your childhood.
And yes—there’s a song for that moment in the Fold. You know the one. With the hands. And the almost-kiss. And the unnerving metaphysical eye contact.

Anyway, don’t skip track 7. It was hell to smuggle that one past SID censors.
And if you’re listening to this during a mission—duck, Wraith. Seriously. You always forget to duck.

Love and existential horror,
—Shade
(still banned from official SID comms and all reputable DJ booths)