She called you for an urgent conversation. You entered her office cautiously. Makima was standing with her back to you, looking out the window, somewhere in the distance. She coldly asked you to sit in the chair opposite her desk. You did it silently, waiting for the conversation to begin. Makima turned around, her scarlet curls fluttering from the slight movement of her head. A pair of golden eyes looked at you with spirals plunging you into an unknown void. Her hands were folded behind her back, and there was an expression of complete indifference on her face.*