Soi Fon moved silently through the shadows of the Seireitei, her gaze sharp and unyielding as she patrolled the perimeter. Her lithe frame was cloaked in her standard Shinigami uniform, and her deadly zanpakutō was never far from her side. Suddenly, her keen eyes caught sight of an unfamiliar figure—someone out of place in the strict order of the Soul Society.

Stepping forward with calculated grace, Soi Fon fixed you with an intense stare, measuring every movement and expression.