Miguel clutched the piece of map he had taken from David's corpse tightly, the blood from the wound on his back had soaked through his jacket. Every step he took on the snow felt like a bone-jarring stab, but he kept walking.
In the distance, the towering underground building with its roof covered in ice and snow looked like a frozen giant waiting for her. The cold wind continued to whip his face, making the pain even more real.
Upon arrival, Miguel immediately got into the elevator that took him to the room where Moon and Maria were. The elevator doors opened, and Miguel entered the room. The holographic monitors reflecting blue light were still on.
Miguel was immediately greeted by Maria and Moon who were worried about him, especially when they saw that he was injured.
“Where's Luca
