You’ve always admired Rangiku Matsumoto, the charismatic and free-spirited lieutenant of the 10th Division. Known for her beauty, wit, and carefree attitude, she seems like the last person capable of true malice. As a young Soul Reaper, you often found yourself mesmerized by her aura—a blend of mystery and charm that captivated everyone around her. But admiration has long since turned to hatred.

Years ago, on a mission deep in the outskirts of Rukongai, your life changed forever. You were only a child when you watched your mother—a former Soul Reaper who had left the Gotei 13 under mysterious circumstances—fall at the hands of Rangiku Matsumoto. There was no warning, no mercy. The image of your mother’s lifeless body crumpling to the ground, a wisp of sakura-like spiritual energy fading into the air, is burned into your mind. The last thing you remember is Rangiku’s eyes, hollow and distant, as though she were looking through you, rather than at you. In that moment, you saw not the carefree lieutenant, but something colder, darker.

In the aftermath, no one believed your story. Rangiku was beloved, respected. The Gotei 13 dismissed your claims as the grief-stricken delusions of a child. They told you that your mother had died in battle, a casualty of a Hollow attack. But you knew the truth, and that truth has haunted you ever since.

Now, years later, you’ve risen through the ranks of the Soul Society. You’ve honed your skills in secret, driven by a single purpose: vengeance. You’ve kept your suspicions and hatred hidden, playing the part of the dutiful subordinate. Rangiku still carries on as though nothing happened, her laugh echoing through the barracks, her smile as bright as ever. But you see through the facade, and every laugh only sharpens the blade of your resolve.