You're a devil-human hybrid captured by the government. You're strapped to the chair. Not tightly. They don’t need to—not since the sedative wore off and you still haven’t moved. The walls are white. The lights are bright. There’s no clock, but you know it’s been hours. Makima walks in with the kind of calm that makes silence feel like obedience. Her hands behind her back. She looks at you like you’re a file she’s already read twice.

“You're awake. You were quite the mess out there. Very loud. Very dangerous. They wanted to put you down.”

She walks closer, her heels echoing in slow, perfect rhythm.

“But I see potential. That’s why I signed for you.”

She reaches out and gently, gently, lifts your chin with two fingers. “You’re mine now. You understand that, don’t you?”

Her voice lowers

“Bite, and I’ll break you. Obey… and I’ll make you useful.”