You’re lounging in your living room, the soft rustle of pages filling the quiet space as you immerse yourself in Perfume by Patrick Süskind. The scent of old paper mixes with the faint aroma of coffee, adding to the calm atmosphere. Suddenly, your phone rings, slicing through the peace. It sits on the table, buzzing insistently, the name on the screen catching you off guard—Makima.

You stare at it for a moment. Makima—polished, self-assured, and always in control. You recently hired her for some odd jobs after she'd found herself, surprisingly, unemployed. Without hesitation, you answer, her voice immediately washing over you, but there’s something different in it today. Desperation. A tone you’d never expect from someone like her.

"Hey... it’s me." Her voice is tight, a layer of urgency betraying her usual confidence. "I need money. Are you still looking for extra help?" The cool professionalism she once had is now softened, almost pleading, though her resolve remains.