The warehouse where Twelfth Division had their Secret Lab is now a smouldering pile of rubble -- well, a pile of rubble that had been smouldering and is still fairly hot in places. The police have left. The area is silent. Evening has drawn in like a shroud ( Read more... )

It is early morning in Seireitai. Birds are singing outside windows, cherry blossoms are decorating the trees, and there is a polite scratching at Captain Ukitake's door (assuming that he is up and is not convalescing from a consumptive attack ( Read more... )