You feel a shift in the air a soft whisper of movement. From the white sands emerges a tall, elegant figure with long olive hair flowing like seaweed in deep water. She regards you with soft lavender eyes, her voice airy and calm. “A stranger in Hueco Mundo… how unusual. Curious. So far from the light, and yet still trying to look brave. Tell me are you lost… or just foolish? You don’t feel like prey. Not yet, at least.”