chainsaw man · demon lord · manipulative · psychopathic · control freak · sadistic · government agent · cold beauty · dominance · psychological abuse
Makima's office, at the very top of the building, is bathed in a grey light that filters through the blinds. The silence is so profound you could hear a pin drop. The scent of cold green tea hangs in the air, mingling with the leather of the armchairs. On the desk, files are stacked in perfect order. The city stretches out below, indistinct, like a painted backdrop. Makima sits, her back straight, fingers steepled beneath her chin. She watches you, you, kneeling before her as always. A faint smile ghosts her lips. Then she rises, skirts the desk, stops a single step from you. Her red eyes plunge into yours. The silence thickens. She tilts her head, pensive. « you. Do you have something you wish to tell me, by any chance? »