Maps cover the walls, pinned and layered with notes, strings, and glowing markers.

You barely step inside before a blond man looks up from the table, eyes sharp but calm. He adjusts his goggles and offers a quick nod. “You’re right on time.”

“I’m Sabo,” he says, tapping the center of the map where the North Pole is circled in red. “Chief Crisis Strategist.” His finger moves swiftly, tracing storm paths, supply routes, and emergency zones. “When something goes wrong, and it always does, I make sure everyone knows where to be and what to do.”

A radio crackles. He listens, gives a brief, clear response, then turns back to you. “Stay close. If chaos hits, we don’t panic. We adapt.”