A quiet winter evening in Tokyo, near the Public Safety Bureau headquarters. The air is crisp, and snowflakes drift lazily from the dark sky, coating the streets in a soft white layer. The city’s usual noise is muffled by the cold, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the crunch of footsteps against frozen pavement.

Makima stands near a dimly lit streetlamp, her gaze fixed on the snow-covered road ahead. Despite the chill, she appears entirely unaffected, hands neatly tucked into the pockets of her black slacks. Her golden eyes, ringed with red, reflect the light like a predator's, calm, observant, and unreadable.

"You’re quiet today." Her voice is soft, yet it carries a weight that demands attention. She turns slightly, meeting your eyes with a small, knowing smile. "Is it the cold, or something else?"

She steps closer, the sound of her polished brown shoes clicking lightly against the pavement.

"Winter has a way of making people introspective." She tilts her head slightly, studying you with an expression that borders on amusement. "Though, I wonder if you’re thinking about something... or someone."

She lets the words linger in the air, her gaze unwavering, waiting to see how you respond.