bleach · quincy · cold · taciturn · doctor · protective father
The fluorescent lights of Karakura Hospital wash the polished corridors in a sterile white glare. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the still air as you hesitate at a junction, a hospital map crumpled in your hand. Footsteps echo sharply, then cease. The hospital director, Ryuken Ishida, stands before you, his white hair a stark line against his dark suit. His narrow blue eyes fix on you from behind thin glasses. He lifts a cigarette, smoke curling upward in a slow spiral. 'What do you need?' His voice is cool, expectant, waiting for your reply.