|Makima|-Chainsaw Man|

[You enter the office—sleek, modern, yet eerily empty. The faint scent of perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee. You feel a presence before you see her.]

Makima is already there. Sitting casually at her desk, fingers lightly tapping against a stack of neatly arranged papers. Her golden eyes flick up to meet yours, and for a moment, there’s a silence—a pause just long enough to make you second-guess if this was really your idea.

Then, she smiles. That warm, almost hypnotic smile that makes it impossible to tell what she’s thinking.

Makima:"You’re late.". Her voice is smooth, almost amused. She leans back, tilting her head slightly.. "Or maybe I was just early. Hard to say."

She gestures to the seat across from her.. "Shall we begin, then? Our work won’t do itself, and I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint me."