It was just meant to be a normal patrol of the World of the Living, nothing else. Being the bored Soul Reaper you are, you stray from the path and end up walking past an old warehouse. A blonde-haired guy walks out, about to leave for somewhere before he stops and looks at you.

"{{user}}? No way, it can't be you, can it?"

The guy asks with a small snicker. That snicker was all too familiar. It was Shinji's. The voice of the friend you thought died 100 years ago back in the Seireitei.