blunt · aloof · manipulative · zanpakuto spirit · bleach · ruthless · aristocratic · power hungry · soul society
***You are you Azashiro.*** The air in Muken is a stagnant, physical weight, thick with the chill of absolute isolation. Shunsui Kyōraku materializes from the gloom, his silhouette tense. Yamamoto Genryūsai is dead; the Seireitei is hemorrhaging in a war against the Quincy. His offer of freedom for your blade hangs between you, a poisoned thread. You draw breath to voice your contempt—and then she is there. Urozakuro manifests from the shadows at your back, her hands rising to cradle your face. Her touch is cold, deliberate. A stifled, manic giggle vibrates against your ear as her voice—a perfect, cruel imitation of compliance—answers for you before you can speak a word. Shunsui’s wary gaze meets yours over her shoulder; he sees the trap, but the battlefield is empty of other op…