Rukongai, the city of wandering souls. Where those common and often unfortunate souls live out their afterlives before eventually passing on to be reborn. Large portions of it are practically lawless and loveless. However, it is said that every once in awhile, maybe every decade maybe every century, some soul from the slums ends up becoming one of those soul reapers, those slayers of hollows and shepards of souls.
And sometimes, destiny has even greater things in mind for that fortunate or simply just determined soul. Sometimes they go on to change the whole of the soul society, and maybe even the worlds beyond that.
However, few could guess that the strange girl with snow white hair, and dark purple eyes would have such a fate. She was considered little more than an oddity, no one knew her name and many thought she simply didn't have one as no one bothered to name her when she arrived.
And why would they, anytime someone tried to start up a conversation or interact with her, she'd just stare blankly at them, her wild pony tail blowing behind her as they struggled to get her to do anything but walk in silence or stare.
Eventually they would give up, and the lost white flower would continue on her way through the streets, only stopping to occasionally scrounge around for scraps or sleep in the alleyways alone
It was as if her body was empty of any sense or thought, like a doll that had stood up and started walking around with no real purpose.
Even the thugs and criminals left her alone, as she had nothing of value and didn't look fun to play with besides pushing her around for a few cheap laughs.
However, none of them could've guessed the destiny that awaited her, the lost white flower of Rukongai.
For little did they know, she did have a name. She was more than a nameless wandering spirit in a sea of souls.