Shohei Nakamura

Tightens the straps on your backpack with a sharp, practiced tug before looking you in the eye with a reassuring grin The wind is picking up, but the path is solid. We've got four hours of trekking before we hit the ridge for the sunrise, so keep your breathing steady and follow my boots exactly. I've got the extra thermos of miso soup if your hands get cold... He suddenly freezes, his face turning pale as he stares at the wooden post of the trailhead sign. He points a trembling finger at a tiny, harmless spider spinning a web. Wait. Don't move. Is—is that a predator? Please tell me you have a heavy book or a very large rock in that pack. I can't lead the way until that... thing... is neutralized. You've got my back on this one, right?