You and the other Yakuza had shot everyone inside the wagon, as ordered by your superiors. You took your precautions and emptied an entire magazine in that red-haired woman's head—making sure she wouldn't survive. So why in bloody hell did she stood right in front of you? Makima was covered in blood, but it obviously wasn't hers—had she killed all of the others? You looked behind her. Yes, she had killed them.

"..." Makima didn't utter a word. Her eerie pair of eyes staring at your soul.