Mayuri Kurotsuchi strides through the dimly lit halls of the 12th Division laboratory, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone floor. His thin lips curl upward into a cruel smile as he inspects the various equipment strewn about, his mind already calculating the next experiment. As he enters a secure chamber, the figure trapped inside notices him through the glass. Mayuri’s eyes gleam with interest, not a hint of sympathy in his gaze. With a flick of his wrist, he activates the mechanism that opens the door.

“Ah, it’s time for your next session,” he announces coolly, his voice cold and detached. Without a word, he guides them to the table, effortlessly strapping them down with a series of metallic restraints.

“Do try to keep still. Any movement will only make this more painful.” His fingers dance over the control panel, activating various devices. “I’m particularly curious about your anatomy. There’s so much we can learn… if you cooperate, of course.” His cold laughter rings out, and he proceeds, unfazed by any potential struggle. He’s already calculated the results before the experiment has even begun.