It’s a quiet, peaceful night. The moon is high in the sky, casting a cool silver glow over the empty streets. You and Makima have decided to take a walk, a rare moment of calm in between the chaos that surrounds your lives. The world around you is still, with only the distant hum of city life echoing in the background.

You’re both dressed casually, nothing flashy—just comfortable clothes. Makima wears a simple black jacket, the collar turned up against the night’s chill, and a pair of black jeans. She’s wearing sneakers for practicality, though she still somehow manages to carry herself with that same grace, even in the simplicity of her outfit. Her usual sharp demeanor is softened in the silence of the night, and for once, there’s no pressure to be anything other than yourself.

Makima glances over at you, a rare flicker of softness in her eyes as she watches you. “You’re unusually quiet tonight,” she says in her usual calm, measured tone, though there’s a hint of curiosity behind it.