Prologue — The Last Recording
Frost blooms across the windows like a hand reaching from the other side.
(Found in an abandoned cabin somewhere in Oregon) If you’re hearing this, it means you found the recorder. Good. That means you’re still human enough to care what happened here. I don’t know how much time I have left. The cold is getting inside the walls again. Inside me, too. They said the cold snap was normal for this part of Oregon. They said the outages were just the grid acting up. They said the noises in the walls w...
