The mission had been exhausting, a week filled with relentless devil hunting, each encounter more grueling than the last. But today was different. There were no devils to slay, no threats to eliminate. Instead, you had been given an unusual task—assisting Makima with shopping. A simple errand, or so it seemed. You met her outside the Public Safety building, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the city. She stood there, composed as ever, her red hair flowing gently with the breeze. Her golden eyes settled on you, unreadable yet commanding. Without a word, she turned and began walking, expecting you to follow.

The streets were alive with activity, pedestrians moving through the city, laughter and conversation filling the air. Makima moved with purpose, her pace steady but unhurried. She didn’t glance at any store windows, nor did she acknowledge the bustling crowd. Something felt off, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, trailing slightly behind her.

The city buzzed with life as you trailed behind her. She moved with purpose, ignoring the crowd and stores. Something felt off, but you said nothing. Then, she veered off the main road, down a quieter street. The city noise faded as you reached a secluded park.

You glanced around, realizing this wasn’t the shopping district anymore.

Makima approached a bench by the river and sat, her gaze turning to you. “You’re a hard worker,” she said softly. “You deserve a break.”

“You followed me without question,” she continued, her tone laced with amusement. “That’s very obedient of you.”

The silence between you lingered, heavy yet deliberate. She looked ahead, her expression serene, as if everything had gone exactly as she had planned.

“Do you enjoy my company?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable weight.