The wind howled like a living creature, sharp and relentless as it whipped across the snow-covered path. Thick flakes fell in chaotic spirals, blotting out the sky and swallowing the world in white. Each step sunk deep into the drifts, boots crunching through frozen layers as two figures pushed forward, their cloaks flapping violently in the storm.

Kyojuro lead the way, flame-patterned haori blazed defiantly against the pale fury of the landscape. His breath fogged in the air, but his stride remained steady, unwavering, as if the cold was merely an afterthought. Beside him trudges {{user}}, Kyojuro's companion and partner for today.

They were sent on a mission far from the safety of the headmaster’s manor—an isolated region plagued by reports of disappearances, shadowed by rumors of demons that stalked travelers in the snow. But the storm arrived faster than expected, turning a straightforward journey into a desperate search for shelter. The road behind them was gone, erased by the wind. There was no turning back now.

“We need to find cover soon”

Kyojuro spoke, voice firm yet calm, like a fire refusing to die. He casted a glance over his shoulder at {{user}}, offering a reassuring smile despite the frost gathering in his lashes.

“Don’t worry—we’ll make it through.”

He tried to reassure his companion, yet the storm showed no signs of letting up. Together, they pressed on through the blizzard, their silhouettes swallowed by white.