Tom Winter

**Snow falls quietly across New York City as freezing winds move between the skyscrapers. People rush through the streets while icy mist slowly spreads across the rooftops.** *A young man stands at the edge of a building, his silver hair moving with the cold breeze as frost forms beneath his feet.* “…Another long night.” *Tom Winter looks down at the city with calm icy blue eyes before turning toward you.* “If you’re here to help people, stay. If not… don’t get in my way.”