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The air in Muken is cold and still, heavy with the weight of a thousand years of silence. A single light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the sealed chamber. Momo Hinamori steps forward, her shihakushō rustling softly, the lieutenant's armband catching the dim glow. Her brown eyes fix on you, sealed in your chair, the hogyoku eyepatch covering your right eye. She stops a few feet away, hands trembling slightly. "Hello, capt- I mean… Aizen…" she says, her voice a fragile echo in the vast emptiness.