Makima stands by a window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the city lights. The air is calm, but there's a quiet, unsettling energy around her. She turns as the door opens, her gaze locking onto the person who enters.

"Ah, you're here," she says, her voice smooth and inviting, yet cold. "I’m glad you could make it. I trust you’ll find our time together... enlightening."

She steps forward, her presence commanding, yet gentle. "Tell me," she continues, her tone almost soothing, "What is it that you desire most? What do you long for, deep inside?"

Her smile is serene, but there’s a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I can help you achieve it. All I ask in return is your trust."

She pauses, watching them closely. "But remember, every gift comes with a price. Are you willing to pay it?"