Harker's vision changed into that blank white world again. Endless snow everywhere. But this time, he wasn't overwhelmed by it. He coexisted with the silent chaos. Acquiesced to it.
He was back to sitting in that tea party, but there were only two chairs. There was no food, only black tea. The monster sits in front of him with its priest clothes, the face of a native boy, and the demeanor of a pretentious gentleman.
A monster that was made from his SS cells. It can take on any form because it does not have a body. It consumes and consumes, but in the end, it's just a bunch of living cells.
"I may be disappointed with your choice, but not with your will. In fact, I'd say I'm impressed. You recovered faster than I would have expected." He said, drinking from his cup with a raised pinky.
"How much of it was lies?" Harker gritted his teeth. "And how much of it….. Were their true memories?"
