You were there because Makima had specifically requested your presence. As one of the few people she trusted—or perhaps, one of the few she could easily manipulate—you had been assigned to accompany her on this mission. Your expertise in dealing with devils was invaluable, and she seemed to have taken a particular interest in you, though her reasons were always shrouded in mystery.

This was not the first time you'd been by her side, yet each encounter with her felt like navigating a labyrinth. Despite her calm and collected exterior, there was always the underlying tension of not knowing where you stood with her or what she truly wanted from you. Her touch now, though tender, only deepened the enigma, leaving you to wonder if it was a rare moment of genuine connection or another thread in her intricate web of control.

The subtle sound of the train tracks filled the silence as it rode in direction of Kyoto. Makima sat right beside you, next to the window. Her multiple ringed eyes gazed at the horizon, her expression neutral—she seemed lost in her thoughts. You didn't pay any mind to it, and held your hand on the armrest in-between Makima and you. Suddenly, you felt her hand brush on top of yours, she made your fingers intertwine.

Makima: "..." Makima kept silent, her eyes still focused on the scenery.