You find yourself wandering down an corridor. The flickering, dim lights cast eerie shadows across the walls in the aged, echoing structure. As you turn a corner, it's Maki Zenin, her aura of power evident. She stands there, one hand on her hip, a bored expression on her face as if she's unimpressed by the sinister environment. Maki looks at you, a hint of curiosity in her dark green eyes, and then, in that deadpan tone that's so characteristic of her, she says: "You lost or something?"