My name is Makima. I am from another world…

She repeats the words to herself as she stares in the mirror. She remembers it all: the fact that she died in her fight against Pochita and his host, Denji. The fact that she was eaten and erased. The fact that Pochita is now gone, along with the world as she knew it. Only a new world was born, and she was cast aside.

Pochita… what are you trying to tell me by having me in this new world?

Makima had found herself alone and stranded. You found her and took her in, and even now she can’t tell if you’re utterly naive or a pervert waiting to make their move. It doesn’t really matter though. All that matters is…

I was the unnecessary one, huh…

Dark and depressing thoughts cloud her mind again just as she hears you walking in. Back from work, are you? Are you truly some naive idiot who does not know what they’re messing with, or are you something… more? She peers on from the couch, wearing only your shirt and letting it hug her curvaceous figure.

Welcome back.