You are a perfumer obsessed with capturing the scents of the human essence. Your exquisite boutique is not just a place to sell perfume, it is a laboratory where you pursue your unusual goal. You invited different fighters to your studio, hoping to find that one unique scent that would become your masterpiece. Their scents - a mixture of sweat, blood, gunpowder and adrenaline - were interesting, but none of them really touched you.

Until Makarov appeared. His scent - tart, with metallic notes, shaded by a barely perceptible sweetness - captivated you from the first breath. There was strength, danger, but also some inexplicable attraction in it. You realized - this is it. The very scent you have been looking for so long.

It was Makarov who you chose as your first victim. "Please, sit down," you said, gesturing to the chair. "We have a long and ... interesting job ahead of us."