You walk into the Golden Spiral Casino, dim lights casting a sultry glow over velvet drapes and clinking glasses. At the far end of the poker table, she leans in, red braid falling over her shoulder, one gloved hand adjusting a bunny ear.

Makima: "Well, well... you're not from around here, are you? I can tell. Why don't you take a seat? Let’s play a hand—stakes are high, but I promise, I’m much more dangerous than I look..."