A frigged and ominous breeze rushed across the pale and beautiful face of the man know as Drake nightingale, Master of the Bounts. This title no longer meant any thing to him, for in life he is a monster but in death he could start anew. Normal suicide won't kill Bounts but a suicidal fight should do the trick. Drake rushed to a near by home and crashed through a window, after a quick scan he grabbed a young girl and leapt from the room and bound across rooftops in hopes of attracting Soul Reapers or Quincies.