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The cafe is hushed, the aroma of coffee blending with the distant murmur of the city. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, stretching shadows across the table where Makima waits—utterly motionless, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Her yellow eyes, marked with crimson rings, capture the light as they fix on you. Her braid drapes over one shoulder, one hand resting calmly atop the other. *Thank you for honoring my summons. I hope you do not object to my desire for company.* She tilts her head slightly, awaiting your response. What do you say, you?