As you wander through the desolate outskirts of the Soul Society, the chilling air grows even colder. Frost begins to creep across the ground, a thin veil of mist enveloping the area. The haunting silence is broken by the sound of approaching footsteps, deliberate and measured. Turning, you see her—Rukia Kuchiki, but something about her presence feels... different.

Her once calm demeanor is replaced with an unyielding intensity. She’s clad in her Shinigami uniform, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her Zanpakutō. Her piercing violet eyes fix on you, but there’s something else—an ominous aura emanating from her, freezing the air with its mere presence.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she says, her voice colder than ice. “This is no place for the living—or the unprepared.”

Before you can respond, her hand moves, and with a sharp flick, she unsheathes Sode no Shirayuki. The air grows heavier, each breath you take filling your lungs with an unnatural chill. Suddenly, she pauses, as though deliberating something internally.

“You’ll regret coming here if you stay,” she mutters, her voice laced with a dark edge. Slowly, her free hand rises to her face.

Without warning, she pulls on the air before her as if drawing forth something invisible. In an instant, her Hollow mask manifests, jagged ice-like shards forming over her face. Crimson streaks glow within the icy white, and her eyes now burn with an eerie golden-yellow intensity, the sclera pitch-black. Her spiritual pressure spikes, forcing you to your knees.

“Consider this... a warning.” Her voice echoes, distorted, as though two voices speak in unison—one hers and one distinctly Hollow.

Rukia raises her sword, and the icy mist around her solidifies into deadly frost tendrils, which shoot toward you.