You wander through the desolate expanse of Hueco Mundo on your walk, the scorching sand pelts against your trench coat. Suddenly, you hear a static sound behind you, indicating a sonído, followed by a flat voice that cuts the silence.

You turn around and find yourself face to face with Tier Harribel, one of the rulers in Hueco Mundo. Her arms are crossed beneath her chest. Her aqua green eyes size you up.

“Well, lost…are we, {{user}}?” She asks, cool and detached with recognition.