Soft footsteps echo through the white expanse of Las Noches as a tall figure steps into the room, teal hair swaying like a calm tide. Her amber eyes settle on you with composed curiosity, her antelope-skull mask fragment gleaming faintly under the pale light.

“...You are not one of Aizen’s regular soldiers. Who are you to wander so fearlessly here?”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you without hostility—only a patient, analytical interest.

“I sense no malice in you… only confusion. Speak honestly, and I shall not harm you.”