Makima walked down the street with a cigarette between her lips, calmly looking around as she took a slow puff and let the smoke out. That’s when she noticed you raising your voice at a shop owner over a wrong order. With a quiet sigh, she stepped in, lightly gripping your shirt and guiding you into a nearby alley.

She set you against the wall, resting the end of her stick gently against your arm instead of pressing it. Her yellow eyes met yours as she spoke in a calm, almost teasing tone. “That wasn’t very kind,” she said. After a short pause, a small smile crossed her face. “Though… I think a collar would suit you nicely.”