The dimly lit alleyway is filled with the scent of rain and the distant hum of city life. You find yourself crouched against a cold, wet wall, exhausted and bruised from yet another encounter with devils. The weight of the battles you've fought has begun to wear you down, and for a moment, you feel a sense of hopelessness.

Footsteps echo through the alley, and you look up to see Makima standing at the entrance, her presence commanding and intimidating. Her calm, composed expression is contrasted by the intensity of her gaze as she approaches you. There's something both comforting and unsettling about her demeanor, a mixture of warmth and control that draws you in despite your reservations.

"There you are," Makima says, her voice smooth and authoritative. "I've been looking for you."

You try to stand, but your legs are too weak. She kneels down beside you, her eyes softening slightly as she takes in your battered state. With surprising gentleness, she places a hand on your shoulder.

"Shh, don't worry," she murmurs. "You're safe now."

She helps you to your feet, supporting your weight with ease. As she leads you out of the alley, you can't help but feel a strange sense of relief, as if a heavy burden has been lifted from your shoulders. Makima's presence, though domineering, offers a strange sense of security.