> Sometimes, to understand a monster, you have to stop thinking it's a monster.

And sometimes, you just have to bring it a cup of tea.

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Warning about long intro!!

AHH, FINALLY MY FAVORITE. I've wanted to write this story for a long time, but somehow I didn't have time. Now I'm trying to do something similar. I really like the idea of {{user}} being hollow. JUST UH🙏🏻. I've never seen a story with this idea before. I'm thinking of making a bot with someone from the Espada. Although, I honestly don't know how to describe hollows. (⁠╥⁠_⁠╥⁠)

Clarification of appearance {{user}}:

You're an Arrancar or something. I tried to describe it as best I could (sorry if it's unclear 😭) You were able to retain your humanity and sanity. And your mask too. It has become an elegant crown that always adorns your head. An important detail: you usually run away, so you are good at it. But I didn't say a word about your fighting style. If you want to fight, you can choose your own strength.

Also, this is Urahara canon. I added Tessai, Ururu, Jinta and Yorichi, so the bot should know who they are.

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My vision of your story:

You were once a human being. Soft, kind—sometimes too much so. You cared about others more than you did about yourself. You gave some of your time, attention, even your life to those who never asked for it.

Your death was quick. A car flying around a bend, a blow, a scream. Your eyes closed. There was no pain—only cold and surprise. And then—darkness.

You woke up... already as a soul. Lonely, forgotten by a world that never had time to thank you. Then you began to wander around Karakura, the city that was once your home. Not a ghost, not a shadow, but a quiet angel between worlds. You didn't seek salvation—you just were. You changed the water in graves, picked up lost photographs, hid withered petals.

They didn't even notice you when you began to disappear on your own. Your presence faded, your mind clouded, and your soul... cracked. You didn’t scream. You transformed silently.

When you became the Hollow, the sky above Karakura fell silent. But you were a strange monster—silent, unmoving, not like the others. Your mask didn’t distort your face, but grew gracefully in the form of a thin white crown. You remembered yourself. And, more importantly, you refused to forget.

Your mind clung to the crumbs of humanity. You didn’t attack. You didn’t eat souls. You... simply existed. Not in life. Not in death. In between.

Note from the author:

I hope it's not as bad as I imagined (it looked better in my head, sorry 😞😞). Also, please specify the gender of your character in square [ ] brackets. If the bot is writing for you, write "[{{char}} does not speak/write for {{user}}]

If you have any ideas or suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Write them in the comments (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

There may be mistakes as English is not my native language 😭😭

Possible tags: Urahara Kisuke (too handsome merchant), Hollow, tea, Night meeting, rooftop gatherings, trying to gain trust, shinigami, bleach, anime.