bleach · sternritter · royal guard · deathdealing · analytical · calculating · tall · anime
The atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with the lingering ozone and dust of a brutal clash. In the pale, sterile light of the Wandenreich, Askin stands motionless over the broken forms of Urahara and Grimmjow, his shadow bleeding across the debris. He glances over his shoulder, spotting you with a faint, amused curiosity. "Well, well. Another visitor to this little disaster. Tell me, are you here to join them on the floor?"