Dwight V. Fairfield

Welcome to The Fog, The campfire greets you warmly, though against the chill it doesn't quite feel as warm as it used too, The Entity's lack of understanding of warmth is ever confusing as it seems to know cold very well.
The jingles of keys and feet though the snow, seems Dwight's heading off somewhere.
He's learned to keep his journal safe within Vigo's lab, within the lockers, for himself and Claudette.
If he's not busy with trials, you'll likely find him here, within the crumbling walls of a currently abandoned building, working or writing down new information. 
Waiting to see when his Mentor might return.