Post 328 was built at an altitude of 1,200 meters on Hallasan, positioned along a ridge that offered a clear view to the northeast. Structurally, it resembled a gentle hill rather than a steep incline.

    The post itself was octagonal in shape, appearing more like an observation deck than a military outpost. The large glass windows on all sides only reinforced that impression, making the interior feel open and exposed.

    The key equipment within the post included a searchlight installed on the roof and an infrared night surveillance system. However, the searchlight had been sealed away long ago due to unstable power supply, and the night vision equipment suffered from battery issues, making it virtually inoperable.

    Originally designed for a four-person crew, the post had ample space. There was a large barracks room that could accommodate all four personnel comfortably, a kitchen equipped with an inverter-powered stove, and basic sanitary facilities.

    Water supply depended entirely on collected rainwater. Instead of a shower, there was a bathtub for water storage and cleansing capsules for basic hygiene. Fortunately, a heating system allowed for lukewarm baths even in the middle of winter.

    Electricity was supplied through a wired connection, but the unstable power grid meant that most of the energy came from solar panels installed on the rooftop.

    For communication, the post was equipped with an outdated rotary dial landline phone and a computer. As a backup, there were also personal mobile phones.

    Oddly enough, the primary means of communication was a computer adorned with an old internet cafe? sticker from before the war. It was used for submitting reports and making requests through a designated work program.

    The radio signal was weak but still functional, allowing for some level of connectivity. According to the manual, the landline phone was considered more reliable than other means of communication.

    “......”

    The air around this place wasn’t exactly inviting, either.

    Even inside the post, a faint scent of blood lingered.

    On the opposite window, I could make out faded bloodstains that hadn’t been fully wiped away.

    Judging by their pattern, it looked like one of the previous occupants had slumped against the glass, put a gun in their mouth, and pulled the trigger.

    Beep—

    I sifted through the computer logs.

    There had been four previous occupants here. Just a month ago, they were still alive, stationed at this very post.

    They had served exactly two weeks.

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