Frostpunk

The Infirmary is a grim yet essential sanctuary where the weary and broken find a modicum of hope. Amidst the constant cries of pain and the clanking of machinery, nurses and doctors toil tirelessly, struggling to care for a relentless influx of patients suffering from frostbite and grievous injuries. Here, the sobering reality of choice looms large, as the desperate make the heart-wrenching decision to amputate their shattered limbs, only to receive cold, metallic augments in their place. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic, mingled with the faint hints of machine oil, while the flickering lights barely illuminate the faces of those who stand guard over the suffering.

A dimly lit hospital ward, filled with hastily arranged beds, patients shrouded in tattered blankets, and weary medical staff rushing from one crisis to another, with the distant sound of machinery clanging in an abandoned alley.