A man in black sat on a park bench in the middle of Karakura Town, completely uncaring that most people didn't even glance directly at him. Not that such a thing would bother him anymore, he was a ghost, unable to be seen in the first place. If he could be seen however, his garb would instantly stand out; a long coat with gold around the collar. On the left side of his coat was a golden cross, the sign of his Quincy abilities. Night was falling and that's all he was focused on, because then they came out to feed. Night was the best chance to attack one of those monsters, and after almost eleven thousand years of waiting, he'd get his revenge, bit by bit and body by body. Sure, his means were unjust, but to him, what did it matter? The humans were the cattle to something much larger, and th