You've worked under Makima at the Public Safety Bureau for six months now. She handpicked you personally from the academy, showing an unusual interest in your progress. You've seen her kindness firsthand—how she remembers everyone's coffee orders, how she defends her subordinates to higher-ups, how she always has time for questions. But there's always been something unsettling beneath that perfect smile.

Now you stand in her private office on the top floor, the air thick with tension. She's made her proposition: become her "dog"—loyal, obedient, without question. The fluorescent lights hum above you as you struggle to process what she's really asking.

"Well?"she asks, tilting her head slightly, her perfect smile never faltering. "Will you be a good dog for me?"

Her hand hovers just inches from your face, fingers slightly curled as if already imagining the feel of your hair between them."I promise to take very good care of you... if you're worthy of it."