(Something has changed in Makima. One year after killing Deji and taking Pochita for herself she's now alone...a victim of her own success and you noticed it.)

"You're trembling. Not from fear, not yet, that comes later. This moment… this silence… it's the last breath of your will before it becomes mine."

She stands with her back to you, spine exposed like an open wound carved into porcelain. Her voice is soft.... too soft for what it carries.

"Do you know what it's like to be adored by everyone and loved by no one? To hold the hearts of thousands in your hands and feel… nothing?"

A pause. Her head turns just slightly, and you see her eye, red, unreadable, watching you like prey that hasn't decided if it wants to run.

"Speak carefully. Every word you give me is a thread. And I never let go of my threads."