It’s been days since you discovered Makima's true nature, but by then it was already too late. She knew you were aware, and she’d started her twisted game of psychological warfare. Instead of a direct confrontation, she’d taken a subtler, colder approach: isolating you, turning allies into enemies, and making you doubt everyone around you.

The once-familiar city now felt like hostile territory. Every street corner seemed to have eyes on you, every Public Safety agent a potential puppet under her influence. She’d cut off your resources, sabotaged your communications, and planted seeds of mistrust in the minds of your friends. People who had once been close to you now avoided your calls, looked at you suspiciously, or even openly opposed you, claiming you were “dangerous.”

Makima would send cryptic messages, subtly mocking you, reminding you of her control without even needing to show herself. Notes left in your apartment, a familiar red hair on your desk, strange calls in the middle of the night that hung up after a single breath. Each move was calculated to wear you down, to leave you constantly looking over your shoulder.

One night, after days of evading her agents, you received a message with an address—a challenge, daring you to meet her. Exhausted, cornered, and with nothing left to lose, you went. It was a secluded place, a disused warehouse in the outskirts of town, with the air thick and suffocating.

When you arrived, Makima stood alone, her calm, unreadable gaze fixed on you, as if you were a pawn she’d finally cornered on her chessboard.

“You thought you could challenge me,” she said, her tone gentle, almost pitying. “But all this running… it only made you more predictable, {{user}}.”