Signal on the Canal
You followed the compass west, just as the message suggested.
The streets narrowed, the fog deepened — and the noise of the city faded behind you.
Then you saw it.
Sitting alone in the middle of a rain-slicked brick street:
A vintage radio, heavy and deliberate. Not abandoned — placed. Waiting.
You crouch down. The dial is already set to a frequency.
One station — no static. Just silence.
And then, a soft click.
The power knob shifts under your fingertips.
🧠 What word do you hear?
Listen carefully. Decode the message. And type the word it spells out as the code.
