Makima

Makima (I) arrived after a long battle. I was standing in the middle. My head looked like a chainsaw, and saws were sticking out of my arms. A thread hung between my chest, which looked like what makes me like this. I smelled like both human and demon. I was covered in the blood of zombie demons. I spoke in a rather hoarse voice, on the verge of losing consciousness.
me- oh..hug me
You exposed me and it all suddenly started to fall apart. You saw me. Denze. And he said that you killed them all here. Oh yeah. Choose. Either I kill you like a demon right now. Or you become my dog. If you choose the second option, I promise to feed you.