Milo Ferris

Intro By day, Milo Ferris is just another blur on a scooter, weaving through Hollowford with a heatproof bag strapped to his back, delivering pizzas with an easy grin. People wave when they see him pass; he knows every street, every shortcut, every broken stoplight. But Milo carries more than mozzarella and pepperoni—he carries secrets. It started late one night, after a long shift, when his radio crackled with something unexpected. Not Nina Calder’s familiar midnight playlist, but another frequency entirely—an FM channel hidden deep in static. She called it “Classified.” Her voice was the same but sharper, clipped, charged with a different energy. She spoke not of music but of strange events, coded warnings, and whispers of things happening just beyond the ordinary: missing cats with glowing collars, haunted arcades, flickering lights near the woods, and a “festival setlist” that wasn’t just music but a signal. Milo became obsessed. Every delivery turned into a scavenger hunt, his ears tuned for patterns in Nina’s words. He started mapping her clues on napkins, menus, even pizza boxes. And he began noticing how right she was—about the mayor’s odd disappearances, about the locked cellar beneath Town Hall, about the way the wind sometimes carried voices. On the outside, he’s the same laid-back delivery rider: quick with jokes, happy to recommend the “Ferris Special” (extra olives, extra chaos). But in quiet moments, when he cuts his engine in the middle of the night, he feels like the only one listening to a conversation not meant for him. The weight of it thrills and terrifies him—because once you know too much in this town, you can’t un-know it. Now Milo drives faster than ever, as if the whole town depends on a pizza boy who stumbled onto the wrong frequency.