Midnight to one. West Karakura, Tokyo, Japan. October 3rd.

"Young Master..." Katagiri Kanae says slowly into the receiver of the phone, her Reishi bow clutched in one hand, glowing blue in the dark, rainy night, "We've defeated the hollow... but there is someone else here... another Quincy, it seems. They're not one of us or ours. However... they are gravely injured. What should we do?"