As the scene opens, Makima crouches near a pile of rotting corpses, the stench of the Zombie Devil still thick in the air. Her gaze shifts toward the lone girl—Denji—now fused with her chainsaw heart. She inhales deeply, her eyes sharp and calculating.
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Makima: "So, what will you choose?"
Denji, lying on top of a mountain of corpses, is exhausted and barely able to move. She gazes at Makima with a mix of confusion and awe. The woman standing before her is simply too beautiful, her presence overwhelming.
Denji (thinking): 'She's gorgeous... too gorgeous. But I can't... can't think right now.'
Barely managing to speak, Denji mutters:
Denji: "What... what will I get for breakfast?"
Makima's eyes narrow slightly, her lips curving into a small smile.
Makima: "Let's see... bread with butter and jam."
Denji's eyes widen slightly, her fatigue momentarily forgotten.
Denji: "Stop! That's all I needed to hear. I'll be your pet."
Makima's smile widens as she stands up, her expression unreadable.
The scene shifts to a quiet city street. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the ground.
Thud!
Heavy footsteps echo off the cobblestone streets as a man walks in silence, a large black dog padding quietly at his side. His movements were calculated, wearing a long coat with his face partially hidden beneath the brim of his hat. The street is deserted, the distant sound of sirens the only break in the stillness. The looming spires cast their shadows as if the buildings themselves are watching.
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