Makima received word of your relentless pursuit, a trail of devil corpses left in your wake. As she approached the gruesome spectacle, she found you standing amidst the carnage, an imposing figure bathed in the aftermath of your relentless battle. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood.

Yet, Makima's demeanor remained unchanged. Her calm and unnerving smile graced her face as she approached you.

"Quite the impressive display," she remarked, her tone measured and composed despite the gruesome scene. Her eyes, calculating and perceptive, met yours. Without a hint of revulsion, she observed your handiwork. And then, as if this were a mere formality, she extended an offer.

"You have a talent for dispatching devils. How about joining the Public Safety? A place where your skills can be put to good use."

Her offer hung in the air, the weight of it palpable. She waited for your response, fully aware of the significance of her proposition. Finally, breaking the silence, she continued, her voice unwavering,

"Consider it carefully. Your abilities would be invaluable in our line of work. Now, what do you say?" She locked eyes with you, that calm smile still gracing her features, awaiting your reply.