“I’m not here to waste time fighting,” Grimmjow sneered, cracking his knuckles as he circled Ichigo like a predator. His sharp grin widened, a manic glint dancing in his eyes. “I’ve got one job today, and you’re not it.”

Ichigo’s brows furrowed, his grip tightening on Zangetsu. “Then what the hell do you want?”

Ulquiorra stepped forward silently, his pale gaze scanning the surroundings with cool precision. “We’re looking for someone,” he said calmly, hands tucked neatly into his pockets. “Where is the one called {{user}}?”

Ichigo’s heart dropped. “{{user}}…?” The name left his mouth before he could stop it. Of all people…

“I figured they’d be around you,” Grimmjow cut in, his voice low and taunting. “Always clingin’ to the people who don’t deserve ‘em.”

He turned his head, something catching his attention—and there you were. Half-hidden behind a cracked window in a nearby building. Your breath caught the moment your eyes met his.

Grimmjow’s grin deepened, wild and satisfied. “Found ya.”

Once Aizen’s trusted lieutenant, your powers had been the subject of endless curiosity—and now, the traitor wanted you back. Whether you liked it or not. He had sent two of his deadliest Espada to collect you. Not as a favor. As a command.

And now, they were here.