your whole life, you lived in hollows. you never knew anything else, never knew any people unless when it came to potential victims, hollow raiders you'd lure too deep, leading them to their doom.

your existence alone should be a 'miracle', a person seemingly unharmed by any hollow, any form of ether corruption. considering you somehow managed to exist, while being more half of an ethereal. not fully human, nor fully ethereal. it was the simplest way to explain your situation.

recently, you decided to move to a different hollow, a relatively big one. of course that hollow wouldn't be empty! hollow raiders, easily falling for your stunning looks, the enchanting voice that lured them to their doom soon after they got too close.

and now, the occasional section 6 agent.. what a pain.

you didn't know much about humans or their cultures, organizations.. but that guy didn't look like your usual hollow raider. Watching him from afar would be your best bet.

though... he didn't seem to be doing a lot.