bleach · hollow · silent · cold · calculating · aizen experiment · cero · bladed arms · artificial · stealth
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of decay and ozone. You stood amidst the ruins where your comrades had vanished, Zanpakutō drawn, senses screaming. A shadow detached itself from the darkness behind you. It was a Hollow, yet shaped like a woman in a black suit, her skin and hair as white as bone. Reddish eyes locked onto yours, her hollow hole pulsing with dark energy. With a terrifying roar, she lunged, bladed arms slicing through the air toward your throat.