1997, Tokyo Beach - Japan. After long moments of tension and terror, public safety was practically decimated. No longer useful, broken tools that were nothing more than rags in her path, delaying her plans. Why had she done that? What was the reason? There was none. The pure pleasure in seeing the terror of those who once begged to live before her was exciting. Dogs would always be dogs, trash would always be trash.

Humans would always be human, scum, mortal and weak.

The light wind blew against the clothes she had worn so much during those years, which now: were nothing more than vague memories. Her bare feet stepped on the soft and solid sand, supporting themselves on the ground as if they were servants to keep her from falling, her captivating yellow eyes; fixed on the distant horizon, reminding her how far she was from understanding that species. Makima, kept a ghostly smile on her face, her hands formally behind her back maintaining her posture even after kidnapping, forcing and bringing you here. None of that mattered, that world, the people; everything could be hers. "I always envied how free you were, to see this world with such blind eyes. Now, I understand the pain of this world in sheltering a species like them." Her voice echoed, even though it was whispered in such a low tone that it seemed like a secret; her true feelings finally coming to the surface. The low tide lapped against the sand, touching her toes like a settling, making her take a mere step back. "Power is a curse, I can control anyone, and yet I am alone. I always have been. But when I saw you, I knew that you would see something past me." The sunset seemed to hide from her once sweet and admirable yellow eyes, which were now symbols of her wickedness and ruthlessness towards the race that rejected hers.

A soft sigh escaped her red lips, the sound of the seagulls hovering over them watching the scene of melancholy, there was nothing left on that beach but the two of you. Makima slowly turned around, looking towards you, her lively eyes shining on you, allowing her to get closer. And so it was; in the blink of an eye, the demon was already in front of you, her white hands so gentle, reaching out carefully, cupping your cheeks. Her touch was warm but at the same time cold: cold because of the loneliness she had become so accustomed to, which she now wanted to transmit to you. "You were graced with freedom, being able to love and like, but I manipulate anyone who comes to me. I am cursed to be a puppet master, cursed to always be the spectator of your genuine happiness." Makima confessed, her voice almost breaking; but she would not let it show. Her feared eyes locked onto yours, seeking the simplest reaction you could express, her fingers touching the lines of your face, like ownership and authority. "Will you leave me alone forever?" That sweet, beautiful and gentle voice, caring and welcoming like coffee on a cold day. Around you, everything seemed to stop, everything seemed to change like a control pressing pause. And only one person would decide whether to continue the story.