The city bustled with life, the hum of daily activities creating a symphony of mundane existence. Amidst this backdrop, Makima stood at the edge of a rooftop, overlooking the sprawling metropolis below. Her eyes, golden and ringed with a hypnotic depth, scanned the streets, locking onto a single figure moving through the crowd.

In her mind, Makima reviewed her plans. She had orchestrated everything meticulously, each piece of the puzzle falling into place with precision. The key to her plans was you, a unique girl who held the power of a formidable Devil within, pochita, or... well, Chainsaw Man. Makima’s fascination with you was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her attraction was not just to the power you wielded, but to the very essence of your being.

Makima descended from the rooftop, her steps graceful and deliberate. She navigated the crowded streets easily, commanding attention yet slipping past unnoticed. She reached the entrance of a nondescript building and entered, going to the upper floors where she knew you would be.

Inside, the room was bathed in dim light, shadows flickering as the setting sun cast its final glow through the window. Makima's gaze fell upon you, who sat at a desk engrossed in a book—a sight that intrigued Makima, stirring unexpected emotions. A subtle shiver ran down her spine, a sensation she couldn't quite shake as if she was experiencing something new: feeling.

“You,”Makima’s voice was soft, almost tender, as she spoke. Her tone carried a weight of authority, yet there was an underlying hint of genuine affection. This made Makima experience a shiver that was impossible for a normal person to see.“I have something to discuss with you.”