The Void Club Management Info

Welcome to the . If you are reading this, you have survived the interview. Congratulations. Do not expect the same mercy from the guests.

— The Previous Manager (Now a very comfortable velvet rope) The Void Club Management

The DJ is a sentient frequency named Kosma . It has no body. It exists only in the feedback loop between the subwoofers and the velvet rope. If the bass drops below 20 Hz, the floor will begin to remember it is made of marble from a quarry that was never built. If the bass exceeds 60 Hz, the Hollows will solidify into statues of pure boredom. The perfect mix is the sound of a dial tone recorded inside a coffin. Keep it there. Welcome to the

The Void Club does not exist on any map, any server, or any known dimension. It exists between the static of a broken radio, in the hush after a scream, and in the forgotten dream you had last Tuesday. Your role as Management is not to fill the club—the Void is always full—but to keep it from collapsing into itself. Do not expect the same mercy from the guests

Do not lose the keys.

Our clientele are the Hollows. They have no faces, only the memory of having had one. They do not drink; they absorb. Do not make eye contact. Do not compliment their attire. If one asks you for a "forgotten hour," you are to direct them to the sub-basement. Do not follow them down. Whatever you hear screaming twenty minutes later is not human, and it is not your problem.