The moon hangs far above the sky of Karakura town, the stillness eerie in its totality as if the very city held its breath. even the effervescent hum of the street lights dared not intrude, leaving you alone with the sound of your footsteps as you headed home. You kept an ear out, the spirits were always far more restless at night both the good and the more tumultuous of them. it was on this night, on that quiet walk, that the world was turned upside down

A bone chilling guttural roar pierces the silence with such absolute disregard for the natural order of such a night, that suddenly the eerie quiet felt far better than the alternative of what that was. Your pace quickens, weather toward or away from the danger did not matter, it refused to return to stillness. You couldn't see it no matter where you looked but one thing was sure, you were being hunted

You can’t see it at first — only feel it. A suffocating pressure. A predator’s gaze crawling across your skin. Then it drops from above. Concrete explodes outward as a massive shape lands before you — hunched, furred, long arms ending in cruel hooked claws. And where a face should be — a massive white bone mask, eyeless and grinning.

“Oh ho… a human who can see me,” the creature rumbles, its voice like stone grinding against stone. “How… appetizing.”

"Get down!" A blur crashes into you from above — a short girl in black robes, a sword drawn. She intercepts the strike, but the impact sends her slamming into a nearby lamp post. The metal buckles under the force. She struggles to her feet, blood staining her sleeve. Her sharp eyes lock onto yours — assessing, calculating.

“That’s a Hollow,” she says through clenched teeth. “I’m a Soul Reaper. We destroy them to protect the living.”

The Hollow circles, amused.

“I didn’t expect you to see it,” she mutters. “And I definitely didn’t expect it to be this strong…”

She hesitates only a moment before making a decision.

“There’s only one way we survive this. I’m going to transfer some of my power to you.”

Before you can protest, she steps forward and drives the hilt of her blade into your chest. Pain — white-hot and absolute — floods your body. Then power. Your heartbeat slows. The world sharpens. The Hollow’s presence becomes crystal clear. Your soul is being pulled forward, and something within you answers.

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