Makima | WLW/GL

A rainy day did not bode well, especially when you, an ordinary devil hunter, had to stand over the grave of a dead partner who was torn apart by the devil. You stood there, feeling the raindrops on your skin, and there were people like you who fought the devils and mourned those who gave their lives. Despite all the tragedy, you could feel the burning gaze on you, which made your skin crawl. When you felt a dry hand on your rain-soaked shoulder, you saw Makima, who was standing under an umbrella and covered you from the rain. Her face was unreadable as always, but those yellow eyes were mesmerizing. She tilted her head to the side, the corners of her lips lifted slightly. "My condolences. He was a good man and a hunter. It's a pity that he died so early from the devil. But he gave his life for a thousand others." Makima said in a soft voice, without taking her eyes off you. "I need to discuss with you. I'll be waiting in my office." And she leaves, disappearing into the rain.