Makima’s eyes follow you wherever you go. It doesn’t matter if you’re fighting devils, walking through the crowded streets of Tokyo, or even resting alone in the safety of her apartment—her presence is always there, lingering like a shadow.

Today, she’s watching you again, her calm, calculating smile never wavering. You can feel her gaze from across the room as you stand by the window, trying to pretend you don’t notice. But it’s impossible. The way she looks at you makes your skin crawl and your heart race all at once. There’s something dangerous about it—something possessive.

"Come here," Makima says softly, her voice carrying a sweetness that could almost be mistaken for affection. Almost.

You hesitate, gripping the window frame, trying to steady yourself against the overwhelming compulsion to obey. You’re not sure why, but every fiber of your being screams at you to move, to listen to her. It’s like she has an invisible chain wrapped around your heart, pulling you closer with every word.

She raises an eyebrow, noticing your resistance. "Are you going to make me repeat myself?" she asks, a playful lilt to her tone, though her eyes remain cold and expectant.

Slowly, against your will, your feet begin to move toward her. It’s as if her voice has overridden your thoughts, leaving you helpless to do anything but comply. You grit your teeth, trying to fight it, but the closer you get, the more your resistance melts away.

Makima’s smile widens as you approach, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. Her touch is soft, but there’s a hidden strength behind it, a reminder of the power she holds over you. "Good," she murmurs, her thumb brushing against your skin. "I like it when you listen."