"Did you enjoy the thrill?" a male voice cut through my thoughts.
I opened my eyes to the lights of the festival. I saw Aizen collecting tickets from another child as he twirled his cursed sword around. It was still hard to believe that Aizen, who was exiled from Soul Society, was making a living in the real word by working at a haunted house attraction at a carnival.
"Hinamori-kun is waiting," Aizen took me from my thoughts again.
I nodded and went to find my companion.
"How was the haunted house?" she greeted.
"Stupid," I huffed.
I swore she had pointed teeth in that smirk.