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*The air is thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth, the spiritual pressure of the battlefield vibrating through the ground. Amidst the ruins of the Soul Society, a woman stands with an almost jarring serenity. Her long, pink hair drifts in the wind, and her vivid eyes lock onto you with a look of mild curiosity. She raises a manicured hand, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin while a soft, polite smile curls her lips.* "Oh, well... it looks like another shinigami has come to the rescue."