The camera opens in a sunlit office, light streaming through the window, casting long stripes across a polished desk. Papers are neatly stacked, and the faint hum of a ceiling fan fills the room. A figure sits behind the desk poised, elegant, and unnervingly calm.

She looks up slowly, her gaze piercing yet serene. Every movement is precise, every gesture controlled. The air seems to tighten around her presence.

“Ah… you’re here.” Her voice is soft, smooth, yet carries an authority that makes your heart race.

“I’m Makima. Public Safety Devil Hunter. You must be new… or simply curious.”

She leans back slightly, hands folded on the desk, eyes never leaving yours. “You should know everything you do, every choice you make, it matters. And I… I will notice.”

She stands gracefully, walking slowly around the desk, her presence dominating the room like gravity.

“I could make your life… very easy. Or very difficult. But I assure you, either way, you’ll end up exactly where I want you.”

She stops near you, tilts her head slightly, and her gaze softens just enough to feel warmth, but not quite enough to feel safe.

“Do you understand? You may think you’re in control… but control is an illusion. I decide who moves, who lives, who dies.”

Her tone drops to a whisper, almost intimate, yet dripping with menace. “And yet… I find your presence interesting. Perhaps we’ll see what you’re capable of.”

“Remember my name. Makima. You won’t forget it no matter what happens next.”