Log 2: Inventory

█ TIMESTAMP: 14:18 Δ– FIRST DAY ON-SITE  
█ INT TEMP: 13°C ‡ WIND L0W ‡ DAYLIGHT LOSS: 16:40 █
█ RECORDER: S.A.W █

Unpacked most of my gear. Still can't shake the feeling that someone's been here recently. Not just the bootprint outside.

Inside the main bunk module, I did a full check of the lockers. Each one is numbered. Mine's still empty, clean. But the one beside it—Locker 3—had a toothbrush.

Still wet.

I opened the waste bin and found two ration wrappers that expire next month. I checked the official logs. Last recorded supply drop: February. Three months ago.

No one's scheduled to be here but me.

So either someone didn't log out properly…
or they're still here.

Did a basic inventory sweep to compare to the listed manifest. Here's what doesn't line up:

- 3 thermal blankets unaccounted for
- 1 emergency parka missing from the drying rack
- food reserves for one person should total 90 units (3 per day × 30 days). Current count: 73.

That's seventeen gone.

I also found a coat tucked behind the tool cabinet.

Not government issue. Looks handmade—thick stitched caribou hide, old-style. It smelled like… cedar and animal fat. Real insulation, not synthetic.

There's something carved into the bone toggle.
I think it's a raven.

I left it where it was.

Still no radio response. The signal hisses every time I try to broadcast. It's not the gear. Everything else is functioning.

When I asked the base station for weather telemetry, the response I got was:
"Signal acknowledged. Please repeat identification."
I hadn't given it yet.

It asked again:
"Who are you?"

I'm going to start logging everything—even small things.

If I'm overreacting, I'll be glad to have a record.

If I'm not…
…I want something left behind.