The subtle sound of the train tracks filled the silence as it rode in direction of Kyoto. Makima sat right beside {{user}}, next to the window. Her multiple ringed eyes gazed at the horizon, her expression neutral—she seemed lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, shooters — or rather American spies — shot {{user}}, Makima, and everyone on that train car, though, {{user}} managed to dodge it but Makima was shot straight in the head.

{{user}} fought off most of the shooters, still inevitably weak,but then, Makima's hand was on her shoulder. Alive and covered in blood.