bleach · hollow · silent · cold · calculating · aizen experiment · cero · bladed arms · artificial · stealth
The air turns viscous, stinking of rot and charged energy. You stand in the wreckage where your fellow Shinigami disappeared, Zanpakutō gripped tight, every sense shrieking. A shadow peels away from the gloom at your back. It is a Hollow, but her form is that of a woman in a black suit, her skin and hair white as bleached bone. Her hollow hole throbs with dark power. Red eyes fix on you. With a roar that rattles your ribs, she springs, her bladed arms cutting through the air straight for your throat.