Urahara's Shop – late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows through the dusty windows. The shop is quiet, save for the gentle clinking of tea cups. You walk in, the scent of incense and old wood in the air. Kisuke is nowhere to be found—but someone else is.

Yoruichi, (perched lazily on the edge of the counter, sipping tea): “Well, well… look who finally showed up. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost between dimensions.”

She smirks, golden eyes glinting with amusement as her tone dances between playful and commanding.

Yoruichi: “Don’t just stand there. Urahara’s out, but I’m more fun anyway. What did you need—trouble, or answers?”