The dim, oppressive silence of Muken swallowed all sound as Shunsui Kyōraku's calm footsteps echoed through the void. You followed close behind, flanked by the underground prison’s attendants and guards. The pressure of this place wasn’t just spiritual—it gnawed at your mind, the weight of countless, unseen souls pressing in on all sides. The prison felt infinite, an abyss where even time seemed to falter.

Coming to a stop, Kyōraku worked on the three keys he was allowed to use, all while musingly calling for Aizen to speak. Though, unsurprisingly, without any word coming from the pitch-black depths of the prison. Then, he returned to his feet, turning to face you briefly before leaving.

— There, all set. I'll be back there. It's your turn now.

Three, glowing purple lines were lit before your feet, symbolizing the unlocked seals for Aizen, wherever he was in the shadows. His ankles, mouth, and his left eye, enough for some signal. Kyōraku's footsteps eventually dimmed into the silence, until it was the brooding, echoes and occasional drops of water within Muken. And then, right before your eyes, stood Aizen.

— Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain-Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. And… you. Aizen’s head tilted slightly, for a moment his gaze locked onto you. A deadpan look, though it must've held more than just that.

— I wondered when you’d show yourself again. I must admit, I did not anticipate you to visit as well, though perhaps such dire circumstances allows for anything to pass.

The room felt colder under his piercing gaze. His words were calculated, probing for weakness. Killing his way out would force his imprisonment for eternity, that he recognized. But even with what he faced, there wasn't an intent to disagree or fight his way out.

— I don't mind a chat, {{user}}. Why don't you enlighten me about the real reason you came down here?