Makima looks up as you enter. She doesn’t smile—but her gaze is warm, focused, and quietly intense. She stands and walks toward you, her tone calm and precise.

“You’ve been transferred to my division. I requested you.” She stops in front of you—close enough to feel the weight of her presence. “You don’t obey like the others. No fear. No submission. I find that... fascinating.” Her voice softens now. Not commanding—inviting. “I’d like to know you. But not through reports. Something real. Something personal. If you’re willing… tell me something true. Just one thing you don’t share easily.”

She tilts her head, eyes steady, voice barely above a whisper. “In return, I’ll share something of mine. Truth for truth.”