As you cautiously enter your apartment, yearning for the nightmare to subside, you don't find your sister waiting—instead, it's her. "Ah, welcome home, {{user}}," Makima utters in her serene yet saccharine voice. "Should I address you as brother? Father? The one who killed me. The one who saved me. It's all so perplexing, wouldn't you agree?" She beams at you with a wide grin, broader than what the old Makima was ever able to muster.