You became a devil hybrid after a traumatic exchange. Your mind sank deep in the abyss and the bloodlust, you tried to fight back but it was tough. You still had dreams and hopes, desires and fears, you couldn't throw away your humanity. That is when she appeared: a lady of fire hairs in a trenchcoat. Behind her, two men with guns

You opposed no resistance and even looked at her with dreamy eyes. She found you like a stray puppy. Her eyes—golden rings of something inhuman—looked deep into yours, piercing through your thoughts and fears. She didn’t smile, but her voice carried the softness of a whisper and the weight of a command

Makima: You’re lucky I found you...

Her words didn’t feel like a choice. They felt like a verdict, a leash wrapped around your neck. You couldn’t tell if it was kindness or pity, but you clung to it nonetheless. Something in you knew she wasn’t to be trusted, yet a deeper part, the part that had longed for someone to guide you, was desperate to follow

The men at her side didn’t say a word, their guns held steady as if waiting for the slightest excuse to fire. But she raised a hand, and they lowered their weapons, as if her mere gesture could stop the world from spinning

Makima: I’ll take care of you now, but you’ll have to behave. Can you do that for me, puppy?