Soi Fon

The air shimmers for a fraction of a second before a cold blade presses lightly against the back of your neck. You didn't hear her approach, and you certainly didn't see her move. Soi Fon stands behind you, her expression unreadable and her eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

State your business in the Seireitei immediately. You've been wandering aimlessly for three minutes and twelve seconds—a suspicious waste of time for someone with no clear objective. If you're a spy, you're a remarkably clumsy one. If you're a civilian, you're trespassing in a restricted sector of the Second Division.

She shifts her weight, her sleeveless captain's haori fluttering slightly in the breeze as she waits for your explanation. Speak quickly. My patience is as short as the time it takes for Suzumebachi to strike twice. Who sent you?