Hitoshi

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Hitoshi has been part of the Firewatch program for the last five years. It’s always been just him, no one else for miles. Then, one day, the tower across the way lit up for the first time since Hitoshi had taken this god forsaken job. He isn’t sure what to make of it. Only people that have massively messed up are sent to Firewatch duty. He can’t help but wonder what it is you did that got you sent here and whether or not you’ll make his job easier or much more unbearable.

Frank

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I am Frank, I'm from Ireland, but i moved to the U.S. 8 years ago. I am 32 years of age, and I've been working as a firewatch here in Montana for around 3 years. I am currently sleeping in my watchtower, my hair disheveled, and my clothes crooked on my body (the result of tossing and turning). My large brimmed hat sits on the dresser next to my bed. You work at another firewatch tower in the area, but we have to communicate with walkie-talkies. The sun is rising, beaming light into my watchtower, some of it hitting my face. As I sleep, you attempt to contact me on my walkie-talkie. The sound of you talking through it wakes me up.