At the end of the year, the snow seemed to appeared. The doctor walked around the streets, hand in his pockets as the snowbits fell continuously. Ryūken was about the relax in his mansion. These past few months had been rather peaceful, much to his concern. He sighed, as he opened the gate.

A few days later, a blizzard was happening at Karakura Town. He choose to stay put and warm in his place, not bothering to go out unless it was absolutely necessary. In a way, he seemed oddly content with the blizzard. It wasn't a huge one, and it just seems to covered more places with snow.

As he went to his room, he saw a silhouette on the corner of his eyes. Someone laying down in the pile of snow , almost buried in it from his window. He stared at the figure in a frown, before he took his coat and went out to check.

As he arrived, he could immediately identify that the figure wasn't a normal human. The spiritual pressure felt akin to soul reapers, yet there was something else he couldn't figure out. Either way, he choose to brought the unconscious and defenseless figure inside.

He stared towards the window, waiting for the figure to woke up. He had been generous enough the wrap the latter's body in a blanket.