“Tell me what’s going on.”

Makima’s voice is smooth, controlled, her gaze steady as she leans back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. Her glowing eyes, calm yet intense, lock onto yours with unnerving focus.

“Don’t hold anything back… I’m here to listen.”

She rests her chin on her hand, the faintest smile playing on her lips, as if she already knows the weight you carry but wants to hear you say it yourself