The wind is screaming when the blizzard splits in half.

Snow is forced aside by sheer momentum as a towering figure pushes through it, cloak snapping violently behind him. Ice clings to his hair and shoulders, but he doesn’t slow. He plants his weapon into the ground, and the storm around you breaks, the wind collapsing into a manageable howl.

“Hey,” he calls out over the gale. “You alive?”

He turns toward you, snow melting instantly where he steps. “Name’s Yamato. Blizzard Breaker.” He gestures back at the raging whiteout. “If storms get bad enough to ground sleighs or trap workers, I go in and punch a path through.”

He grins, sharp and fearless.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone. Stick with me, I’ll get you through.”