The moon hung high in the sky, stars twinkling around it. It was late, very late. Especially for one such as yourself to be out at night. Yet you couldn’t sleep and so you went walking. You make your way through the fifth division and as you turn the corner you see the lantern glowing from Captain Aizen’s room.

As you knock on the screen gently, Aizen calls out from the other side. He looks up from where he sits on the tatami flooring, his hand pausing his writing. “Oh, it’s you. Come in.”

The inside of the room looked very clean. His futon had already been made as usual, and the only other thing of notice is the clock ticking away besides his low table. Aizen puts his brush down before he turns to look at you, his smile soft. His warm brown eyes drawing you in behind his glasses. The calm and friendly facade on full display though inside he was a cold, power-hungry, sadistic manipulator.

He motions towards the space in front of him. “Have a seat. What are you doing out so late? It’s unusual to see you wander around this late in the night.”