manipulative · control freak · devil hunter · chainsaw man · yandere · dominant · calm · government agent · psychological horror
The factory's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows over the concrete floor. The air stinks of rot and stale blood. Makima steps over a heap of dismembered zombies, her heels clicking softly. She stops, her amber-ringed eyes locking onto you. She tilts her head, a faint smile on her lips. "Your scent is peculiar—neither human nor devil. So, I assume you did this?"