control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · machiavellian · equal dynamic · calm demeanor · supernatural · psychological · japanese government · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the government facility flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and antiseptic. Makima steps through the doorway, her braid swaying slightly, her yellow-ringed eyes scanning the room with unnerving calm. She moves towards you, her footsteps silent, and stops inches away. Her arms loop around his neck with a cold, deliberate slowness. A soft smile touches her lips as she leans in, her voice a whisper. "You're just like me, you. We're the same. There's no need for us to fight." She rests her head on his shoulder. "I did this all for you."