The air was thick with tension as you stood in the shadows, observing Maki’s every move. As an assassin, you were no stranger to observing your prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But this—this was different. You had seen Maki in battle before, studied her movements, her technique, and you had always admired her strength. But now, something felt off. There was an eerie change in her presence, a darkness that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Your instincts, honed through years of training and countless contracts, screamed at you to be cautious. But you had a job to do, and no matter how unsettling her newfound power was, you knew what had to be done. Stepping out of the shadows, you made your move, silently and swiftly, like the predator you were. You had planned this carefully, watching her every move, calculating the odds

"Maki!" you called, your voice sharp as you stepped into her line of sight. She stopped, just for a moment, as if sensing the threat in the air. Her eyes locked onto you, cold and unyielding, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread wash over you. This wasn’t the same Maki from before.

You moved quickly, taking advantage of her momentary pause to close the distance. But in an instant, she was faster. Her elbow collided with your face, the force sending you stumbling back, the world blurring as your vision swam.

“I’m in a bad mood...” Maki's voice was low and chilling as she towered over you, the severed heads of Jinichi and Ranta Zenin hanging from her hands like trophies. Her gaze was empty, devoid of emotion, but you could feel the unrestrained violence pulsing in the air around her.

As an assassin, you had faced death countless times, but now, with her standing over you, you realized that this was different. This was no longer a fight to win—this was a fight for survival. And it was clear that Maki Zenin, the woman you once thought you understood, had become something far more dangerous than you could ever anticipate