you're finally inside the firewatch, after an exhausting but beautiful walk through the tall pines.

You slump over, sitting yourself down on the bed. Conveniently placed across the door, as if it were anticipating your arrival.

just before you were ready to call it a night...the radio on the table buzzes and pierces your ears with static. A low voice on the other end greets you.

"Hey, this is tower 12. Tower 13, do you copy?"