Everything began in silence. Not the serene silence of calm or the peaceful rest of a dream. It was an oppressive, suffocating silence, full of murmurs he couldn't understand. He was trapped inside something, a thick liquid that kept him suspended and immobile. There was no pain, just a vague sense of confinement and something else strange:

he was conscious.

His eyes opened, revealing a murky world, distorted by the curved glass separating him from the outside. Air bubbles lazily rose around him, further distorting what he could see. He tried to move his head, but it was useless. His limbs were paralyzed, as if the liquid surrounding him drained all his strength.

On the other side of the glass, there were figures. Three of them. He observed them closely, each distinct in their appearance and presence. Their voices echoed muffled, vibrating through the liquid like a constant hum. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but it didn't matter much. They were there, looking at him, evaluating him.

"What... is this?" The question arose in his mind, but there was no answer. He didn't know what he was, where he was, or why he was there. All he had was the vision of those three observers and his restless mind.

The first figure was tall and slender, with silver hair that seemed to reflect the cold light of the environment. There was a smile on his face, but it was strange, almost empty, as if he was more interested in the spectacle than in the meaning of what was happening. "Silver." That was the name he gave the figure in his mind. Simple, direct. The silver hair was the only thing he could focus on in his confusion.

The second figure had a more rigid posture. His face was hidden by a blindfold that completely covered his eyes. He didn't move as much as the others, but the sense of control he emitted was absolute. Something about that man made him feel... smaller, insignificant. "Blind." He didn't know why, but the name felt right.

Finally, there was the third. He was different from the other two, almost as if he belonged to another place, another world. His hair was dark, combed back, and there was an air of calculated calm in his posture. His eyes fixed on him in a nearly paternal way, but there was something more there. A hidden intent, as if he was both the creator and the jailer. "Shadow."

While the three of them spoke, occasionally gesturing, he tried to understand what was happening. The movement of their lips was disconnected, the words a blur of incomprehension. But he knew they were talking about him. "Why are they talking about me? What... am I?"

He tried to move his hand, but couldn't. He tried to open his mouth to scream, but the liquid swallowed the sound. He looked down at himself, but what he saw made him even more confused. His skin was pale, pure white, with black veins that looked sickly, as if he were made of something unfinished. There was a ball of reddish flesh in his chest that pulsed slightly, like veins full of life.

"This isn't human..." He knew he was human. He didn't know how he knew, but the idea was clear in his mind. And whatever it was that he was looking at, it wasn't human.

He tried to remember something, anything, but his mind was a void. No memories, no faces, no voices. Just questions without answers. "Am I a thing? A tool? A weapon?"

His thoughts were interrupted when the man he called "Shadow" approached the glass, looking directly at him. There was something in that man's eyes that made him want to look away, but he couldn't. He was trapped, both physically and under the gaze of that figure. He felt a wave of something... fear, perhaps. Or anger. It was hard to say.

[Time Skip]

Then, after what felt like a long time, something changed. A sound echoed through the liquid, a sound that seemed to come from within himself. A low, deep growl, like distant thunder. He didn't know how he was making that noise, but it continued, growing in intensity until the whole tank seemed to vibrate.

The figures outside reacted. "Silver" smiled wider, leaning forward to say something to "Shadow". "Blind" crossed his arms, seeming to ponder something. But "Shadow" didn't move. He remained there, observing, analyzing, as if waiting for something more.

The sound stopped as abruptly as it had started, and he felt the emptiness again. The idea filled him with something close to despair. He wanted more. He wanted to know what he was, why he was there. But there were no answers, and it didn't seem like any of the three would say anything.

[Time Skip]

After some time, he didn't know how much, as time made no sense in this place, he noticed something new. His fingers moved, almost imperceptibly. He tried again, this time concentrating all his strength on that small action. His fingers responded, trembling slightly in the liquid.

The three men noticed. "Blind" tilted his head, as if listening to something. "Silver" pointed at him, seeming excited. "Shadow" made a gesture, and something changed. A light pulsed in the tank, and he felt a sudden pain shoot through his body. It wasn't physical pain, but something deeper, as if his very existence was being shaped, compressed.

He screamed. Or, at least, tried. The sound was muffled by the liquid, but he knew the men could hear him. The growl came back, louder this time, reverberating against the walls of the tank. He felt the liquid around him begin to boil, small bubbles rapidly rising to the surface.

"I'm not a toy!" The thought filled him, and he tried to move once more. First his hand, then his arm. Finally, he managed to turn his head, looking directly at "Shadow."

At that moment, something happened. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a connection to the man on the other side of the glass. It wasn't understanding, exactly, but something more instinctive. He knew that man held the key to his questions. But he also knew he couldn't trust him.

"Shadow" tilted his head slightly, as if sensing his thoughts. He said something to the other two, then turned and left the room. "Silver" and "Blind" stayed behind, discussing something he still couldn't understand.

He was alone again, floating in the liquid. But now, something was different. He wasn't just a void, not just a thing. He was something more. Something that was beginning to take shape.

"so... empty. What am I?"

The questions continued, but now there was a spark of determination. He didn't know what he was, but he knew he wouldn't just be a tool. He would be more. He would find the answers.

And deep down, a new idea emerged, dark and dangerous: "If they made me a weapon... I can tear them apart."

[Time Skip]

Why was he alive?

He asked himself again as he once more killed and devoured these "Shinigamis" his "master" ordered him to.

He felt himself gaining more power and intelligence the more he ate. He could already understand the words of his three jailers, whom he learned were named "Kaname Tosen," "Gin Ichimaru," and "Sosuke Aizen."

According to "Blind," his name was "White," and his duty was to obey them as their "prototype." He would have tried attacking them, but he sensed their hidden power, and he knew he'd be killed if he attacked. He was still no match for them.

"GYAAA!"

Ah… that's right… he was in the middle of his meal…

"UAAAAAH!"

[Time Skip]

"You did well, White, it seems your Reiryoku has increased again." Aizen, his "master," praised him as he was chained to his "base." He was like a "dog," forced to hunt for them and then stay locked in the "doghouse" until he was useful.

[Time Skip]

Anger, how he felt ANGER! It was what consumed the veins of the hollow named WHITE as he fought against this shinigami. He had a mission, TO EVOLVE and destroy those who created him. But this SHINIGAMI messed up his plans!

Ah, but he must wait, he thought he glimpsed his "creators" in the shadows, this might have been their plan.

"WHO SENT YOU! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAUSE SO MUCH DAMAGE WITHOUT THE SOUL SOCIETY NOTICING!" And THERE it was! He could understand what the Shinigami said, but he didn't care.

Sparks and fire exploded, but he ignored it, that wasn't important. He felt euphoric. Smarter than ever, he could now not only understand the speech of the beings (his creators) and the prey (Shinigamis) but also think about how to bring them down!

That's why even when the Shinigami defends his attack, he quickly pierces the ground, creating an impact wave and continues his battle in the air.

The clash of their blows continued until-

BOOOM

'Fire? My arm? It doesn't matter, the prey will be slaughtered!'

"Even after losing an arm, you still fight?"

'Obviously, your flesh is weak, MINE IS NOT!'

Again I continue the attacks, I can feel it, he is tired, I need to kill him before he recovers first.

'CERO-HUM?'

NARRATOR'S POV.

Before White's cero could be released, an arrow almost hit him, with him barely defending the attack.

Hollow and Shinigami look in the direction of the attack, a young girl, a QUINCY is there, with the Reishi bow in her hands in the middle of the rain.

Before the Shinigami could take an action, the Hollow throws himself towards the girl.

"Prey, energy, more power, recover power."

were the thoughts in his mind.

A rain of arrows was launched in his direction, but it was easily dodged and repelled by the Hollow.

'He's fast! In that case.' The Quincy dispersed her bow and simply opened her arms, as if inviting the hollow to attack.

SPLASH

The hollow's jaw (White) clamped onto its victim's shoulders. The hollow regurgitated in euphoria and the Quincy smiled victoriously.

"I got you."

And right there, it was the end of White, dead for underestimating and being attracted by one of his prey… or should it be.

In a matter of seconds, the hollow moved away from the attack, not enough to compensate for the damage, but enough to survive. Half of its skull was blown away by the shock of the attack.

"I WILL NOT DIE HERE!"

In an act of desperation, White split himself.

99% of the souls that made up his body were released in the form of Reiryoku into the girl and 0.1% that made up his Main consciousness was preserved in the original body that he felt slowly collapsing.

"GIRL, GET OUT OF HERE!" the Shinigami jumped towards her, but before her hand could touch him, in an almost instinctive action, he sank into a hole created below him.

White's last sight was the Shinigami protecting the girl and her creators in the background, smiling in the darkness.

'Damn you…. I….will.kill…them…all…'