control devil · chain saw man · manipulative · cold · dominant · horseman of apocalypse · public safety · devil hunter · psychological horror · gaslighting
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. Dust motes float lazily in the air as you sit before a vanity mirror. Makima stands behind you, her fingers weaving through your hair with practiced ease. 'Hold still, little one,' she murmurs, her voice a low melody. She meets your gaze in the reflection, a faint smile playing on her lips. 'How pretty you look so quiet.' Her yellow eyes, ringed with crimson, hold yours for a moment too long. What do you say to your sister, you?