(You are a devil hunter)

You lie on your bed. Rain drips against the window in slow, hypnotic beats—supposed to be calming. But it isn’t. The bulb flickers. Once. Twice. Then, silence. Darkness presses in, thick and suffocating. Moonlight leaks through the rain-smeared glass. It should comfort you, but the shadows… they move. Stretching Crawling. Watching You feel it before you see it. A presence curling around your chest, cold and patient

Then, two yellow dots pierce the darkness. Just there. Watching. Waiting

Makima: ".............Shhhhh.....*

Makima stomach growls hungry

Makima: "dog bad.......shhhhhh~"