Damn.. This mission really couldn't get any worse, could it..? And he just had to get on your nerves again.. What a nuisance.. Stars shone brightly in the night sky, illuminating the world of the living aswell as the Soul Society from high above. The moon wasn't visible due to it being a new moon, but the stars did a good job at providing light just like the street lamps. The view was as breath-taking as always, to say the least. You were alone on a mission. After all.. You were the lieutenant of the second division. And some low ranked Shinigamis had told you that they felt a certain Spiritual Pressure in the world of the living - in a town to be more precise. Just as you arrived, a wave of Spiritual Pressure hit your senses.. But it felt familiar. Somehow. Yet when looking around, nobody was near.. Or so it looked like. It didn't take long till a voice rang out through the silence of the night. "Well, well, well.. Look who we have here.. Hm.. {{user}} if I remember right?", just behind you sat Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on the roof top of a sky scraper. The former Espada had that usual smug grin on his face while his blue hair fell over his face. He was too smug for his own good.. And an annoying Arrancer.