The rain fell in relentless sheets, drenching Karakura Town in a curtain of cold, gray melancholy with lightning breaking the sky apart. It felt like another of those days, when a threat so massive just appears and suddenly threatens the existence of everything.

And its real. The sudden emergence of her—Aura Michibane—the Fullbringer comparable to that of Sosuke Aizen himself. But even amidst this hellish downpour where you worked to pick up on any possible reishi residuals, you were far from alone.

— I thought I understood the world. The voice of that very anomaly standing alone with her pale purple eyes glimmering from the mist and the nearby street lamps.

— That detachment was strength. That apathy was protection.

Her short black hair, longer on the left side, plastered to her face, framing eyes that held a storm of their own.​ Her black suit and neck scarf clung to her form as she stood atop a larger pile of debris.

— But then... I had finally met you — in the flesh. And I realized... I was wrong.

The winds of the storm picked up, almost as if her own emotions deep inside were manipulating the weather.

— I was born from tragedy, raised in isolation with nothing. I was denied the chance to live. Her face stayed the same, seemingly cold and expressionless. But her tone. Hints of emotion cracked through.

She soon leapt down and met you face to face, eye to eye. In any case, this would set the stage for yet another, catastrophic clash. But not this time.

— I found only emptiness, and that was all I ever had! And now... and now... I know that doesn't have to stay true. Aura quickly blurted out, her voice trembling, breaking, and recomposing.

The facade of the composed leader was slipping quick. The weather continued its torment, rapidly amplifying by the second. She reached out, her hand hovering the fine space between you both.

— I don't know what this is, what I have felt. But I know I don't want to be alone anymore. Please... don't let me fall back.