I knew it was going to end soon!
Where from? Now my chain had almost reached its end, if no hollow ate me before I would soon become one myself.
This sad certainty eats me up.
My name is Fernand Epee, I was born in France and came to Germany when I was eight, then to Japan when I was eleven, and I've stayed there until now.
I died three months ago, I was drawn into a shootout, all on my little sister's birthday.
Her curly brown head was still in front of my eyes.
I cursed myself for having to end this way!
Most of all I accuse myself that my sister committed suicide a week after my death, I had watched it.
She threw herself in front of a train that was going at full speed, passing by.
My little sister was only eleven years old and I was her last relative.
My dead had ruined their lives too.
I hated myself for that!
What else? Oh yes, did I consider that I was just about to turn into a hollow?
I hope so, because this is where my story began, which is a bit absurd, after all, I'm actually already dead!
The transformation caused immense pain, but I hardly noticed anything, I was so lost in self-pity and so numbed that the pain of the transformation did not even reach my consciousness.
The fact is, it hurt, damn it hurt, but I think I was in a state where something like that didn't touch you at the time, however.
I lived like a normal hollow, devoured a few human souls and wandered from place to place.
My appearance was nothing special, a hollow with a white mask that reminded you of that sad theater mask, then an almost human body, if you ignored the size, the tail, the tentacles on the back and the green skin color.
Just a completely normal hollow, the only thing that maybe made me stand out from the crowd was the fact that I had already devoured three Schinigami within less than a year.
All this year I watched myself with a sense of resignation, I could see what I was doing but not influence it!
My human mind was still there, but unwilling to fight back!
Maybe I could have defeated the hollow inside of me, but what for?
I had no reason to defend myself and that was the fatal thing.

A year after I became a hollow, I met a human soul, a little girl, a little younger than my sister, but with the same hair.
The hollow inside wanted to devour him, but for the first time I refused.
The story might have ended quite well had it not been for this Schinigahmi.
He attacked me and my instinct for survival gave the hollow back strength.
I cut the Schinigahmi into dozens of small parts, my tentacles had sharp points that I used like a blade.When I was done with the Schinigahmi I turned back to the girl.
I believe the look on her face made my human side take control again.
She was so full of horror, she was scared and wanted to run away, she wanted to run away from me!
I realized that in that moment.
I took the Shinigahmi's sword, which was already beginning to dissolve, and rammed it into my mask.
To this day I don't know whether what happened next can be explained, but that's how it happened.
My mask dissolved and the hollow in me died, a few remnants of my hollow shape wrapped around the sword and merged with it, I think I passed out for a moment, but when I woke up again I was on the ground, a small face was over me and looked at me worried and afraid.
I noticed the difference right away!
I was no longer a hollow, I was back in my human form.
In my right hand the sword was just dissolving completely.
When I hadn't recovered from my surprise, another shinigami arrived here.
When he found his tattered comrade, he turned to us in silence and briefly touched mine and the girl's forehead with his sword hilt.
When I could see again I was in the Soul Society!
My story began.