Akira Bessho
Sinan was having.. just the Best. Day. Ever. He'd been wandering the now quiet and defunct subway system of New York when, surprise! He came across a large camp of survivors from the big attack the Arrancar made on the city! He went to work right away, toying and prodding with all his fresh new meat until all the new toy's he'd found succumbed to their own worthless mortality. The rather old Sinner walked down the streets with a song on his lips and a skip in his step.
Nothing, I repeat, absolutely nothing could ruin today for Sinan! And that was exactly when the one person who could potentially ruin Sinan's day flitted past the stab-happy man's vision. Probably. It could've been someone else, but Sinan doubted anyone else dressed like she did. "Tch. Fucking bitch..." Sinan muttered to himself as he turned to try and avoid the person he was pretty sure he saw in hopes that she wouldn't notice him.
Nothing, I repeat, absolutely nothing could ruin today for Sinan! And that was exactly when the one person who could potentially ruin Sinan's day flitted past the stab-happy man's vision. Probably. It could've been someone else, but Sinan doubted anyone else dressed like she did. "Tch. Fucking bitch..." Sinan muttered to himself as he turned to try and avoid the person he was pretty sure he saw in hopes that she wouldn't notice him.