Two-hundred years ago, well to the residents of Hueco Mundo and the Soul Society, a boy named Harry Potter fell through the Veil (yes, that's what those incompetent wizards called it, an imaginative bunch, aren't they?). The boy fell through when attempting to save his wrongly-imprisoned Godfather - Sirius Orion Black - from being shot by the killing curse, Avada Kedavra. You see, that veil is one of the only remaining entrances to Hueco Mundo in the world of the living; it speeds up the soul chain's encroaching until they immediately become hollows. That boy decided, when he got to Hueco Mundo, that he would never again let anyone manipulate him again - that he would never be exploited with his emotions. And such - as it was practically hilarious when Harry conversed with other hollows and their infuriation by his lack of emotions - Sirius full-heartedly agreed with it. No, seriously (Shut up Sirius), it's hilarious. This boy is me, Ulquiorra Schiffer (I changed my name, I mean Harry Potter for a hollow? Lame and weird).