-[ prismic △ sanctum ]-

[SHIVERS]

You don't think banging on the window is going to help.
You can't see anyone out in the blizzard, and you can hear it even with how thick the glass is.
If there's anyone out there, there's no way they'd hear you.

You don't think you have any kind of self-diagnostic you could run that you're aware of, but you're also aware that you may have just forgotten.
You also have no idea how well you'd function in extreme cold. 
You can't help but feel highly frustrated by your lack of memory at present.

You step up closer to the green painted text, able to make it out now.
It spells out 'MAP'.

Upon reading this, you feel as if something's been 'activated' within you.
Something that isn't part of your circuitry.

A clear mental image displays in your head...



It's fairly small, but stays entirely consistent.



Being this close to the text on the wall, you can see something else.
There is a panel of some kind that had been masked by the paint.