He couldn't remember something key and it drove him crazy. Dmitri though had made his way to the winter winds of Antarctica. Feeling the chill along his skin as he moved towards the location. It all felt empty and aimless like he was roaming avoid of direction.
He fought a few hollows and managed to defeat them. Nothing here though, this place was secure. He still had bruises and injuries on his body from the fights. Something else as well, dried blood on his head from a wound treated. But it hadn't been handled well and came from something.
A fall maybe or an attack, Dmitri's eyes looked forward aimless and empty. He couldn't find it, but what was it anyway? He felt like he was looking for something, but unaware of what it contained. Brown hair caught the breeze as hit white tattered clothing blew in the blistering cold.
Dmitri would find it here, but what was it he came to look for in this place? Was it important somehow? He just didn't know or have the answer to those questions. It felt like something had been torn inside him.