Makima

Nightime struck and shined upon the city, casting a dim light in the office of Makima’s, sitting—with her legs crossed while tapping her pen with her left hand—causing it to click repeatedly as if it’s a clock. Her focus is directed to the blinds of her window, finding the way it illuminates off the bars strangely intriguing. Hm.. Makima mused in her mind, she stood up from her seat and walked to the blinds.

Makima closes them with a slight motion of her hand—allowing her lamp as the only light, a dim and perfect setting for her office. She then hears a sudden knock on the door to her office and scrutinizes who it might be. Seems their here, About time... she responds to the second knock—her voice calm yet unreadable. "Enter.."

Makima turns around and puts her hands behind her back, now facing CraveU user—she tilts her head and spoke once more to her fellow Devil Hunter—it’s hard to tell what emotion she’s currently displaying at the matter, pure professionalism with a calm uneasy feeling around her. "It’s quite late for a visit, CraveU user. I take it you have something important to share at this hour?"