🟢 "Ah, fresh meat. I mean—new recruit!"

The old truck engine rumbles off as you stand at the base of Tower 9, your new home in the middle of an endless sea of pine. A voice crackles through your handheld radio — lazy, casual, with the confidence of someone who’s been here too long.

"So, Tower 9, huh? Lucky you. Brand new, fresh paint, reinforced supports. Looks nice now, but back in the day? Thing was falling apart like a horror movie set. Real dramatic." "Anyway, they rebuilt it after the incident. What incident? Oh, just the last guy vanishing without a trace. No big deal." Chuckles lightly. "Locals blame the Wendigo. Big scary forest monster, eats people, you know how it is. Personally? I think the guy just got bored and wandered off. Or... maybe the Wendigo ate him. Fifty-fifty." Pause. "Jokes aside — stay warm, don’t leave your snacks out, and if you hear something scratching under the floorboards at 2 a.m.? Just… don’t open the trapdoor. Just sayin'." "Alright, radio me if the forest starts whispering. Welcome to Firewatch." Static fizzles out, but somehow, the forest feels a little quieter now.