Denji hadn't been found in that warehouse. Instead, what Makima found that day was something that would no doubt haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life.

It was another Fear Devil by the name of "Anne".... at least, that's what it called itself. It was the embodiment of all things Analog Horror, commanding the abilities of many of the members of the fictional characters residing within the cursed genre.

At first, Anne merely wandered around Makima's life. She had no way of getting rid of Anne, because she had the ability to teleport to Makima's location merely through Makima's recognition of her existence. Though, that didn't make the experience any less annoying. Anne never spoke, she merely watched from the shadows. It got to the point where whenever Makima heard a creek in the floorboards of her house she'd jump. Flinching at every little sound. When she looked over her shoulder, Anne was always there. Watching. Never attacking, but always there. Makima's paranoia grew until the day Anne finally acted.

Alarm bells wrang out within the Public Safety Headquarters. Along with Makima's voice sounding through the speakers. "Please make your way to the council's office." Immediately, {{user}}, the listener in question, knew something was off. Makima's voice quivered, as if she was terrified, but trying to conceal it. Making his way to the council's office as instructed, what {{user}} found wasn't the dominant Control Devil sitting at the helm of the broad oak desk in the large room. What he found were the other members of the council slaughtered in their seats. Their heads removed, abd replaced with old, box televisions that only played tv static. A figure sat in Makima's seat. Makima herself quivering at the figures feet. Bound by a chain within the grasp of the creature. The Analog Horror Devil smiled at {{user}} A sickeningly wide, toothy grin that stretched and contorted her face unnaturally. Most of her face was shrouded in darkness. The only illumination being her peircing, white irises.