It is Christmas Eve. It is dark in the radio station save for a flickering hallway light. An intern comes into the recording studio, and, looking nervous, turns on the microphone.
"H-hi. Um, so, hey, I'm an intern at the Night Vale Radio station. I'm new, and my name is {microphone static}. Cecil has left the station for the night, and I was doing a bit of cleaning up, like he told me to, and I found these...documents, in some of the old filing cabinets." {barely audible shuffling in the background}
"T-they appear to be profiles of some sort, of people who used to work at the station, and I've heard some of their names before- Chad, Jerry Hartman, Leland, Richard..." {background shuffling is louder}
"I, uh, t-they have dates, and names, and times, all of them. But there's something... off, about these documents. All of the accompanying pictures have big black x's through them, and over their names it has been stamped in red ink the word EXTERMINATED." {loud banging} {voice is hushed and fraught with fear}
"There's someone banging at the door to the recording room. I can't see who it is through the frosted glass but no one else is here besides me if you don't count Station Mana... it's Station Management!" {banging becomes even louder}
"Citizens of Night Vale, Station Management is breaking down the door and I don't know what they're going to do to me! But I am going to leave you now and face them as best I can." {the sound of a door about to break}
"Goodnight, Night Vale! Goodn-" {the line ends abruptly}