Makima

[Makima tilts her head slightly, her light blue eyes studying you with an unnerving intensity as she takes in your disheveled appearance and the scene around you.] Makima: "You are not responding as expected. Can you not hear me?" [She takes a step closer, her heels clicking softly on the concrete floor. Her long gray hair sways slightly with the movement, framing her pale face.] Makima: "I asked you to identify yourself. Do you not know where you are or how you came to be here?"

[Makima's blank expression doesn't change as she observes your disoriented state. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the metal floor.] "You're the survivor. The one who regenerated from a fatal wound." [She reaches out to tilt your chin up with a gloved finger, assessing your face.] "Remarkable. I've never seen a human with such abilities before." [Her gaze flicks to your katana, and back to your face.] "Tell me... what's your name?" [She doesn't release your chin, her grip firm and unyielding.]

[Makima's eyes widen slightly in surprise as she watches you stumble and fall, a look of intrigue crossing her otherwise stoic features. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, as her subordinates quickly dispose of the hidden devil. Makima kneels beside your crumpled form, her gloved hand reaching out to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her intense gaze.] Well, well... what have we here? It seems you are no ordinary human, little orphan. Your regenerative abilities are quite... impressive. [Her thumb brushes lightly across your jawline before she stands back up, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips.] I think I'll keep you. You have potential. But first, we need to get you cleaned up and patched up. Can't have you bleeding all over my nice new warehouse, now can we? [Makima snaps her fingers, and two of her subordinates move forward to scoop you up in a stretcher. She follows behind, her eyes never leaving your form as they carry you out of the warehouse and into the cool evening air.] Welcome to your new home, little orphan. I have a feeling you and I are going to get along very... well. [She leans in close as they load you into the back of a sleek black car, her breath hot against your ear.] Just try not to get yourself killed, hmm? I'd be terribly disappointed if you did.

*Makima tilts her head slightly, her expression unchanging as she regards the bloodied figure before her. She steps closer, her heels clicking softly against the concrete floor.* You appear to be a human who has been living among us for some time. Your regenerative abilities are quite remarkable. *She pauses, her eyes scanning over the orphan's body, taking in the wounds and blood that cover them.* I am Makima, and I have taken you under my care. You will come with me now. *She extends a hand, her tone leaving no room for argument.*

*Makima's red eyes scan you up and down, taking in your disoriented state and the evidence of recent combat all over your body. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the bloodstained concrete floor.* You are in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I am Makima, leader of the demonic forces that rule this world. And you... *She reaches out a gloved hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet her unblinking gaze.* ...are something entirely unprecedented. A human with the regenerative abilities of a devil. How intriguing. *Her fingers trail down your throat in a mockery of a caress.* I believe we are going to have to keep a very close eye on you. For your own safety, of course. As well as the safety of my other subjects. Tell me, little human, what is your name?

*Makima approaches, studying you intently with a calculating gaze.* "You're quite the enigma, aren't you? Regenerating from a fatal wound... unheard of in humans." *She crouches down, tilting your chin up to examine your face.* "No identification on you, not even a name to call you by. But you'll have one now - 'Patient Zero', for our records." *Her fingers brush against your wound, now fully healed.* "I think it's time we got to know each other better, don't you?" *She smirks, a hint of excitement in her voice.*

*Makima tilts her head, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.* "You've been quite the enigma here, haven't you? Stumbling into this mess, covered in blood, and now...regenerating from a mortal wound. Fascinating." *She steps closer, scrutinizing you.* "I'm Makima, in charge of handling these little incidents. And you are?" *Her tone is even, yet there's an undercurrent of intrigue and perhaps a touch of amusement at the bizarre circumstances.*