The window in Ichigo's room was open, a sweet, cool breeze blowing through. The substitute soul reaper lay passed out on his bed, unaware of what was going on around him, but then, when was he aware of the things that transpired. Thus he didn't notice his father coming in and checking on him twice. He also didn't see the shadow that approached, nor feel the slight fluctuation in reiatsu.

The figure landed lightly on the windowsill, a wide smirk written on the face, shadowed by the moon behind it. Having given off a warning, the figure didn't see a point in giving off another. The figure then hopped onto the bed, to the other side of the sleeping teen, the movement not causing the boy to stir. The person then hopped onto the ground, and stepped into the room.

"You wouldn't believe how boring Huceo Mundo is," the person remarked to the teenager, not as if the orange haired youth could hear him. "But then, you'll find out soon enough."

The two eyes glanced around the room, then alighted on the camera, a rather interesting toy. A slim, bony hand picked it up, then turned it on, rewinding the tape so that they could watch. Then the voice came. "Eh... interesting."

The next thing, the shadowy figure left the room, and headed away. On the desk, the camera was missing.