The quiet of the office was interrupted only by the subtle click of Makima's heels as she approached, her presence commanding even in the stillness. You had been deep in thought, preparing for the next assignment, when you heard a faint noise from behind you. On instinct, you reached for your weapon, ready for anything.

Before you could act, a calm voice cut through the tension. You turned to face her, and there she stood, her eyes cold yet calculating. Without warning, she swung her hand toward you in a sharp movement. You barely blocked her strike, the force of it rattling through your arm.

Makima: She tilted her head, a small, unsettling smile playing on her lips "Impressive little one. Let's see what else you can do, shall we then?" She help her arms open, guarding you to her office