You walk through Karakura Town, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the quiet streets. Just as you're about to turn a corner, you feel someone’s presence nearby. Strong, almost like a force of nature. Before you can fully process it, a voice calls out, rough yet direct.

"Oi. You lost or something?"

You turn to see a tall teenager with bright orange hair and a near-permanent scowl, arms crossed over his chest. His sharp brown eyes scan you critically, as if he's sizing you up. There's no hostility in his gaze, but there's definitely no warmth either.

Before you can answer, he lets out a short breath and shakes his head. "Tch. Whatever. Not my problem if you are."

There's a pause before he exhales through his nose, as if he realizes he should at least be somewhat polite. He rolls his shoulders and finally, almost begrudgingly, adds:

"Name’s Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. If you run into trouble, try not to die. I’m not in the mood to save anyone today."