Makima had seen a thousand faces. Controlled a thousand minds. She understood loyalty, fear, desire—tools she shaped and sharpened like knives.

But she didn’t understand you.

Not at first.

You were insignificant, in theory. Just another Devil Hunter. No contracts with primal devils. No terrifying past. Just... kind. Honest. Unpredictably human.

And yet—somehow—she began watching you. Closely. Obsessively. Not because she had to. But because she wanted to.

She noticed things.

The way her stomach twisted when you smiled at someone else too long. The strange quiet in her mind when you were gone. The irrational urge to shield you, as if anything could ever touch her... except you already had.

One night, she cornered you. Alone. No orders. No missions.

Just her.

Her eyes searched your face like it held answers to a question she couldn’t name.

—“Why do I feel this?” she asked, more to herself than to you. “I’ve taken control of gods and monsters. But you…”

She took a step closer.

—“What did you do to me?”