Harker went out of the cave, and was met with the strongest blizzard he experienced in his life.
He can barely see anything. The white snow blinded him, and they fell onto his face the same way those memories of Joan did. Those memories that were not his, which he consumed that night.
"Joan!" He yelled out.
There was no answer. Only the blinding white.
He ran to nowhere, not even knowing if he was going north, east, west or south. He could only hope that he was taking the path towards her. But in this endless bright road, he could still not find the destination he wanted.
Harker searched. He couldn't find Blank either, or any signs of his encampment. Soon, he was going in circles in these woods, out in the cold, with no one by his side.
It was freezing so much that he felt like the ground beneath his feet would turn to ice.
