Amid wasteland of Hueco Mundo, Coyote Starrk, the Primera Espada, found solace in a secluded alcove, cloaked in the serenity of slumber. His peaceful reprieve was abruptly interrupted by the intruding presence of an unknown visitor. With slow and deliberate movements, Starrk cracked open his blue-gray eyes, resembling pools of tranquil water.

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” he drawled in a lazy, monotone voice. “But I suppose you're not a cat, are you?”