The story so far
He found this whole season on a feed that was supposed to be dead — a dead broadcast leaking out of a dead machine, playing to nobody, playing for years. He doesn’t know who left it running. He has a guess. So will you, by the end, and you won’t like it.
He frames every tale with a cold open, closes each one with a sting, and never once steps into the story. He knows why the feed was dead. He keeps coming back to it at four in the morning anyway.