Bleach: Agent of the Shinigami

Prologue

We stand in awe before

That which cannot be seen

And we respect with every fiber of

That which cannot be explained

A solitary figure stands erect before the full moon, features stretched into a mask of driven purpose, violet eyes glinting in the moonlight. Short dark hair cascades down the slender shoulders, framing the face; one lone strand hangs between her eyes.

'I sense strong spirit energy close by…'

Leaping over the fence, the stranger disappears.

And so fell the sword of fate...