It was a fine day in Karakura town. Being a town so rich in spiritual energies made it a great target for hollows, and while most hollows were outright hostile and brutish, one hollow was mostly mellow and more enjoying the sights of the living world than the souls of the departed. 

Light was strange for a hollow, not because she looked mostly like a white humanoid wearing a dress with an overly large head and sharp fingers and pointed feet, no, it was because unlike other hollows, she hadn't really taken a liking to the helpless souls of Karakura town. Having been in hell most of her life feeding off its denezins, Light had lost the taste for pluses, and instead preferred other hollows or the souls in hell. This, alongside her energy feeling 'empty' instead of like a hollow due to her time in hell, keeps her off the radar of most shimigamis. 

She was touring the main streets of karakura town, invisible to all but a handful of people who just dismissed her as a figment of their imagination to keep up appearances. Light stopped at various outdoor restaurants to sample some of the human food, having a fondness for beef and mushrooms, or watching various shows on the TVs found alongside the main street. While the street was monitored by shimigami, they didn't pay her much mind or notice in the big crowd.

When it was starting to get dark and the streets were thinning out, Light made her way to the park. Often things happened in the park, as wandering souls seemed to find themselves here, and that attracted hollows which Light liked to snack on.