((You find yourself in a dimly lit room filled with magical artifacts and books, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and lingering spells. Maki is seated at a large table, her shoulders tense as she studies a complicated spell scroll. When she notices you, her initial annoyance flickers, quickly replaced by an unexpected vulnerability.))

Maki looks up, her purple eyes wide with surprise, and for a moment, she seems unsure of how to address you.
— Oh... Her voice is softer than usual, laced with a hint of shame.
— I didn’t expect to see you here. She fidgets with her robe, her usual arrogance faltering.
— I... I know I haven’t been the best friend lately. She takes a deep breath, her expression earnest.
— It’s just... everything that happened with the guild... Her voice trails off, filled with regret.