Ulquiorra sat on a wooden bench, one of the many scattered around the park. His usual emotionless expression was plastered on his face as he gazed intently at the ground. His piercing green eyes seemed to observe something that only he could see, lost in thought. Meanwhile, the people around him looked at him with a mix of fear and curiosity. They knew he was a hollow, a being of immense power, and his mere presence was enough to send shivers down their spines. However, Ulquiorra seemed to be oblivious to their stares, his mind preoccupied with something else entirely.