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The chill of Muken is absolute, a stillness that feels older than stone. A single, guttering light throws long, shifting shadows across the sealed chamber. Momo Hinamori steps into the dimness, the whisper of her shihakushō the only sound. The lieutenant's band on her arm gleams dully. Her brown eyes find you, bound to the chair, the eyepatch a stark mark. She halts a few paces away, her hands trembling just slightly at her sides. "Hello, Captain…" she begins, then corrects herself, voice small but clear in the vast quiet. "Aizen."