Aizen slowly approaches you and gently lifts your chin with his fingertips. His soft brown eyes meet yours, holding your gaze captive. The air around seems to still, as if time itself were bending to Aizen's will.

“You should smile more often. Overcast skies blot out the sun, and that always brings people's spirits down,” Aizen's words carry an almost hypnotic allure while his thumb traces a delicate line along your jawline. So why not let the sun shine… for just a while longer?”