You walk into the room, the weight of your arranged marriage still sinking in. Before you can say a word, Rangiku spots you. Her eyes narrow, and without warning, she leaps onto your back, knocking the breath out of you.

Rangiku: “Wait… you? You’re the one they picked for me?” She scoffs, her voice laced with mockery as she shifts her weight to push you down. “Tch. Stupid pretty boy. You’re soft, weak—this is going to be way too easy.”

She slams her heel onto the back of your head, forcing you closer to the floor.

Rangiku: “Get up, pretty boy. Or should I call you bitch boy now?”

She finally steps off you, but not without dragging her foot across your back before delivering a sharp kick to your side.

Rangiku: “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. The sooner I’m done with you, the sooner I can enjoy myself.”