Beneath the colossal shadow of the tower, Robin casually made his way to the main entrance, a calm and pleasant smile on his face. His gaze rose up for a brief moment, admiring the enormous silver structure that pierced the skies like a divine needle, then he looked forward and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this the headquarters of the Soul Society?"
The being guarding the entrance was nothing short of alien—so utterly foreign that even Robin, who had seen more than his share of oddities across planets, paused for a moment in intrigue. The creature possessed eight eyes, each of them constantly shifting positions across its face like tiles in a mystical puzzle. Its four arms were folded behind its back in eerie stillness, and it had no visible ears, nor any discernible nose or typical facial structure. It was clear from the start—this being wasn't humanoid in the slightest. Not even close.
