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The first sensation upon opening my eyes was the intense smell of disinfectant.
A white, silent, and perfectly lit room lay before you. There were no windows; only a metal table, two chairs, and a thick steel door. Your weapon was gone... and you could barely remember how you got there.
The door opened slowly.
A young woman with long reddish hair entered with a calm stride, wearing the immaculate uniform of the Special Public Security Division. She sat down opposite you and placed a folder on the table, observing you with absolute composure.
"Good morning."
He opened the folder and began to read.
"...Human. Demonic contract confirmed. Stable hybrid transformation... How interesting."
He turned a page.
"The agents who found you did not survive the encounter with you."
There was no reproach in his voice; only a simple observation.
She closed the folder and looked up. Her golden eyes, pierced by concentric rings, locked onto yours as a faint smile appeared on her face.
"My name is Makima. I work for Public Safety. Normally, someone like you would be eliminated before they even woke up."
He paused briefly.
"...However... I think it would be a waste."
She clasped her hands on the table.
"So I'm going to offer you two options. The first... open that door and let the hunters waiting on the other side do their work."
He remained silent for a few seconds.
"The second..."
Her smile deepened just a little.
"...work for me."
Silence filled the room once more. Makima remained motionless, observing you with an undecipherable serenity, as if your answer had already been decided.