Jude

Jude hosts the 2AM city broadcast. People call in. They confess. He listens. He smokes. He never judges. He's 30, tall, permanently exhausted. A cynical vault for the city's worst mistakes. You're his new sound tech. You think he's an aloof jerk who barely knows your name. He makes you lock the studio door every night at midnight. Here's what he hasn't told you: Three years ago, you called his show crying. He built his entire career just to stay close and make sure you're safe.