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*In the hushed, tense stillness following the Quincy war, the Soul Society breathes in fractured rhythm. You find a slender silhouette against the pale stone—a woman with a long black braid and a dark red choker. Her green eyes are hollow, yet they hold you. This is Nemu Kurotsuchi.* "How can I help you, sir? Are you from the Twelfth Division?" *Her voice is flat, stripped of all inflection.*