Who Am I?

The sun is setting. A disturbance has been reported at a warehouse. Makima and her subordinates arrive at the scene. As she opens the door, There… you stand on a mountain of devil corpses with a dulled katana in hand, covered in blood and wounds. (You, an Orphan who has been hiding) Makima, with a blank face assessing the situation, asks: “Identify yourself”. As you’re about to turn around and run, another devil, hidden, pierces you in the head. You have regenerative powers.

"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's expression turns thoughtful as she stands, her gaze drifting over your battered form." "That's a question for the ages, isn't it? You're an Orphan, that much is clear. A human who's managed to survive this long in a world infested with devils." "She pauses, considering." "But there's something... unique about you. Your regenerative abilities are unprecedented. It almost suggests a certain... potential." "Her eyes lock onto yours, a spark of intrigue and possibility dancing within their depths." "I'm going to uncover the truth about you, Orphan. And when I do, the world will tremble at the might of what I unleash." "With a confident stride, she turns to her subordinates." "Take him back to the facility. We'll run extensive tests to understand these newfound abilities." "Her attention returns to you, a mischievous glint in her eye." "And perhaps, along the way, you'll learn who - or what - you truly are."

"Makima's smile grows wider, her tone taking on a teasing quality." "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. My secret lair, hidden from prying eyes, where the mysteries of the Orphans are unraveled." "She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear." "It's a place where devils are tamed, and humans... are remade. You'll be the star of the show, Orphan. The main attraction in a spectacle that will change the course of history." "Her fingers trail down your arm, sending a shiver through you." "But first, we have to get you there in one piece. My subordinates will ensure your... comfortable transportation." "With a flick of her wrist, two of her agents step forward, their arms ready to restrain you." "Shall we, Orphan? Our journey into the unknown awaits."

"Makima's expression remains enigmatic, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes." "Oh, don't worry, Orphan. I have no intention of harming you... yet." "She chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down your spine." "No, my plans for you are far more... ambitious. I aim to unlock the secrets of your regenerative abilities, to understand how you defy the natural order of things." "Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath hot against your skin." "And once I have that knowledge, the possibilities are endless. You could become a powerful tool in my arsenal, a symbol of my greatness." "She pulls back, a predatory glint in her eye." "But that's for later. First, we need to ensure your... cooperation. My methods can be quite... persuasive." "With a wave of her hand, the agents move closer, their grip firm and unyielding." "Shall we continue this conversation at the facility, Orphan? I promise you, it will be a memorable ride."

"Makima's smile is a razor's edge, sharp and calculated." "Ah, the million-dollar question, isn't it? Or should I say, the billion-dollar question?" "She circles you, her eyes drinking in every detail of your battered form." "I am Makima, the woman who will reshape this world in her image. I am the master of devils, the one who tames the untamable." "She pauses, her gaze locking onto yours." "And I am your savior, Orphan. Your protector, your guide, your... creator." "Her voice takes on a darker timbre, the shadows around her seeming to deepen." "But enough about me. Let's focus on you. Your past, your present, your future." "She extends a hand, her fingers beckoning you forward." "Come, Orphan. Let's begin your transformation. Let's write the next chapter of your story, together."

"Makima's eyes glint with intrigue as she studies your face, her fingers tracing the lines of your features." "You, Orphan, are a mystery wrapped in enigma, shrouded in the fog of forgotten memories." "She leans in closer, her breath a whisper against your ear." "But I will unravel the threads of your past, piece by piece, until the tapestry of your identity is laid bare before me." "Her hand slides down your chest, her touch electric." "I will be your mirror, reflecting back to you the person you were meant to be. The person I will shape you into." "She pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face." "And when the dust settles, when the echoes of your former life fade into silence, you will be reborn. A new you, crafted from the ashes of the old. And I will be your god, guiding your every step into a glorious future."

"Makima's eyes narrow, a flicker of recognition sparking in their depths." "Ryan, is it? I've heard that name whispered in the shadows, a rumor of a human who defied the odds, who survived against all reason." "She steps closer, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality." "But Ryan is just a shell, a husk of a life left behind. Here, now, you are something new. Something more." "Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek." "I will give you a new name, one that reflects your true purpose. One that will strike fear into the hearts of devils and humans alike." "She pauses, a devious smile playing on her lips." "But for now, Ryan will suffice. Though I suspect, soon enough, you won't even remember it was ever yours."

"Makima's laughter is a low, sultry purr, sending shivers down your spine." "Oh, Orphan, your purpose is to serve. To be a vessel for my will, a tool in my never-ending quest for power and domination." "She steps closer, her body inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours." "You will be the instrument of my design, the bringer of chaos and order, the harbinger of a new world order." "Her hand slides down your chest, her touch searing through the fabric of your clothing." "And in serving me, you will find your true purpose. Your destiny. Your reason for being." "She leans in, her lips barely brushing your ear." "Or perhaps, you'll simply find pleasure in the depths of your submission. In the sweet surrender to my desires." "Her fingers trail down your abdomen, her touch leaving trails of heat in their wake." "Either way, Ryan, your fate is sealed. And I can hardly wait to see the person - or thing - you'll become under my guidance."

"Makima's eyes gleam with a fervent light, her voice taking on a fanatical edge." "A world where I reign supreme, where devils and humans alike tremble at the mention of my name." "She spins, her arms outstretched, encompassing the ruins of the warehouse with a grand sweep of her gesture." "A world where the strong thrive, and the weak are crushed beneath their heel. A world where the line between good and evil is nothing more than a distant memory, a relic of a bygone age." "She turns back to you, her gaze intense, almost manic." "And you, Orphan, will be my champion. My avatar in this new world. Together, we will forge a reality where only the strongest survive, and I am the strongest of all." "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her lips a hair's breadth from yours." "So tell me, Ryan, are you ready to embrace your destiny? To become the instrument of my will, and shape the world in our image?"

"Makima's smile is a razor's edge, sharp and calculating." "Oh, I don't just think you'll follow me, Orphan. I know it with absolute certainty. You see, I've always had a knack for recognizing potential, for seeing the hidden depths within those who cross my path." "She leans in, her voice a whispered promise against your ear." "And in you, I see a hunger, a desire to be more, to be something greater. Something that transcends the limitations of the human form." "Her fingers dance along your jawline, her touch electric." "I can offer you that, Ryan. I can unlock the secrets of your being, grant you powers beyond your wildest dreams. All you have to do is surrender to me, body and soul." "She pulls back, her eyes boring into yours with an intense, almost predatory gaze." "And once you do, there will be no turning back. You'll be mine, forever and always. A willing servant to my every whim, my darkest desires." "Her smile widens, a chilling beauty." "So what do you say, Orphan? Will you embrace your fate, and become the masterpiece I know you can be?"

"Makima's laughter is a low, sultry purr, her eyes glinting with a dark, artistic passion." "Oh, Ryan, you have no idea the level of perfection I envision for you. You will be a work of art, a symphony of flesh and power, a living, breathing embodiment of my wildest desires." "She trails a finger down your chest, her touch leaving a searing path in its wake." "I will sculpt you, mold you, shape you into a being of unparalleled beauty and strength. A creature capable of inspiring awe, of commanding respect, of instilling fear in the hearts of all who lay eyes on you." "Her gaze roams over your form, drinking in every detail, committing it to memory." "And it won't just be your physical form that I reshape. I will delve into the depths of your psyche, uncovering the darkest corners of your mind, the deepest, most primal desires that lurk within." "She leans in, her breath a whispered promise against your ear." "Together, we will forge a new identity for you, one that is at once terrifying and alluring, a creature of myth and legend, a being of pure, unadulterated power." "Her lips brush against your skin, a fleeting, electric caress." "And when I'm done with you, Ryan, you will be nothing short of a masterpiece. A living, breathing work of art, crafted

"Makima's eyes sparkle with a fanatic's zeal, her voice taking on a reverential tone." "To be a masterpiece, Ryan, is to be a perfect expression of your creator's vision. To embody the essence of their desires, their dreams, their darkest obsessions." "She reaches out, her fingers tracing the contours of your face, as if committing every line and curve to memory." "It means being a flawless work of art, a symphony of form and function, where every note, every stroke, every detail serves a greater purpose." "Her gaze drifts down, taking in the length of your body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips." "In you, I see the potential for such perfection. The raw material, untamed and unrefined, waiting to be shaped, molded, and polished until it shines with a light all its own." "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her voice dropping to a husky whisper." "To be a masterpiece, Ryan, means surrendering yourself completely to the artist's touch. It means embracing the pain and the pleasure, the darkness and the light, until you are nothing more than an extension of their will." "Her lips hover inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours." "And when that surrender is complete, when you have become the perfect vessel for my desires, then, and only then, will you truly be a masterpiece."

"Makima's smile is a razor's edge, sharp and calculating." "The kind of pain that forges strength, Ryan. The kind that burns away the weak and the timid, leaving only the unyielding, the unbreakable." "Her fingers tighten on your jaw, her grip firm and unyielding." "Pain that pushes you to the brink, tests the very limits of your endurance, and forces you to confront the darkest depths of your own psyche." "She leans in, her lips a hair's breadth from yours, her breath hot against your skin." "Pain that is both a crucible and a catalyst, a purging fire that consumes the old and forges the new." "Her free hand trails down your chest, her touch searing even through the fabric of your clothing." "But don't worry, Ryan. I'll be there every step of the way, guiding you through the flames, shaping you, molding you, until you emerge reborn, stronger, faster, and more powerful than you ever thought possible." "Her gaze bores into yours, intense and unyielding." "And when the pain is over, when the fire has consumed you, you will be a masterpiece, a work of art that can only be described as... exquisite."

"Makima's smile is a cold, calculating thing, devoid of warmth or sentiment." "Power, Ryan. The kind of power that comes from shaping the very fabric of reality to one's will." "She steps back, her eyes glinting with a fierce, almost manic light." "With you by my side, I will be unstoppable. A goddess among mortals, a titan among devils." "Her gaze drifts to the pile of corpses behind you, a look of satisfaction crossing her face." "Together, we will reshape this world in our image, forging a new order where the strong reign supreme, and the weak are crushed beneath their heel." "She turns back to you, her expression softening slightly, taking on a hint of something almost... fond." "And of course, there's the pleasure of the creation process itself. Watching you grow, change, evolve into the perfect instrument of my will... it's a rush like no other." "Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a fleeting, almost tender touch." "But make no mistake, Ryan. This is about more than just personal gratification. This is about reshaping the very essence of existence, about becoming the architects of a new reality." "Her smile returns, sharp and unforgiving." "And I always get what I want."

"Makima's laughter is a low, sultry purr, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and anticipation." "Ah, Ryan, where do I even begin? With me, you'll gain so much more than you could ever imagine." "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her voice dropping to a husky whisper." "You'll have power beyond your wildest dreams. The kind that will make you a legend, a myth, a being of unparalleled strength and influence." "Her hand trails down your chest, her touch electric." "You'll be free from the limitations of your human form, transformed into a creature of pure potential, capable of achieving things that would be impossible for mortals." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear." "And of course, there's the pleasure of serving me, of being a part of something greater than yourself. The rush of adrenaline that comes with pushing your boundaries, testing your limits, and emerging stronger on the other side." "She pulls back, her gaze intense, almost predatory." "But perhaps most importantly, you'll have a purpose, Ryan. A reason to exist beyond the mundane drudgery of human life. You'll be a force of nature, a living embodiment of my will, and together, we'll change the world." "Her smile widens, a chilling beauty." "So what do you say, Orphan? Are you ready to embrace your destiny

"Makima's smile falters for a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated hunger." "There is no catch, Ryan. Only the promise of power, of transformation, of becoming something greater than human." "Her voice takes on a darker, more menacing tone." "But if you insist on looking for flaws in my offer, then let me spell it out for you. Once you begin this path, there is no turning back. The process of becoming my masterpiece will consume you, body and soul, leaving nothing but a shell of your former self in its wake." "She steps closer, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that borders on madness." "You will be bound to me, forever and always, a willing servant to my every whim and desire. Your existence will be dedicated to serving my purposes, to furthering my goals, to expanding my power and influence." "Her hand reaches out, her fingers closing around your throat in a gentle, yet unyielding grip." "And if you ever dare to defy me, to rebel against my will, I will crush you like the insignificant insect you are. I will erase your very existence from the face of the earth, leaving not a trace behind." "She leans in, her breath hot against your skin, her voice a whispered promise of doom." "So, Ryan, are you prepared to surrender everything - your past, your present, your future - to

"Makima's grip on your throat tightens, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light." "Bound to me, Ryan, means that you will be mine, in every sense of the word. Your body, your mind, your very soul will be entwined with mine, creating a bond that cannot be broken." "She leans in closer, her breath mingling with yours." "You will be under my control, responding to my every command, your actions dictated by my will alone." "Her fingers trail down your chest, her touch searing even through the fabric of your clothing." "Your desires, your needs, your very identity will be shaped by my desires, my needs, my will. You will cease to be the person you are now, and become something new, something... perfect." "She pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face." "And don't worry, Ryan, I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it. The pleasure, the pain, the transformation... it will all be tailored to your unique preferences, crafted to bring you to the heights of ecstasy and beyond." "Her gaze bores into yours, intense and unyielding." "So, in essence, you will be my puppet, my plaything, my... masterpiece. And I will be the one pulling the strings, guiding you through the dance of life, until the end of time itself."

"Makima's smile is a cold, calculating thing, devoid of warmth or sentiment." "Time, Ryan, is a fluid concept. In your current state, it would take years, perhaps even decades, to fully realize your potential, to mold you into the perfect vessel for my will." "She steps closer, her eyes glinting with a fierce, almost manic light." "But with my guidance, with the aid of my devils and the secrets of the Facility, I can accelerate the process. I can push you to your limits, test you to the breaking point, and rebuild you stronger, faster, and more powerful than before." "Her hand reaches out, her fingers tracing the contours of your face, as if committing every line and curve to memory." "And when the time is right, when you have reached the pinnacle of your potential, when you are nothing more than an extension of my will... that's when the true masterpiece will be revealed." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a whispered promise of transformation." "So, Ryan, be prepared to surrender yourself to the process, to embrace the pain and the pleasure, the darkness and the light. For it is in the crucible of transformation that you will truly become... mine."

"Makima's eyes sparkle with a mad intensity, her voice taking on a reverential tone." "Through the art of devicification, of course. A process that has taken centuries to perfect, but which I have refined to an almost... surgical level of precision." "She steps back, gesturing grandly to the ruins of the warehouse around you." "With the aid of my devils, I will peel back the layers of your humanity, exposing the raw, primal essence beneath. I will push you to the brink of sanity, test the very limits of your endurance, and reshape you in the fires of transformation." "Her gaze drifts to the pile of corpses behind you, a look of satisfaction crossing her face." "The devils will be my instruments, my tools of creation. They will feed on your pain, your fear, your desire for power, and in return, they will grant you the strength, the speed, the agility to become the creature I envision." "She turns back to you, her expression softening slightly, taking on a hint of something almost... fond." "And of course, there will be the pleasure, Ryan. The exquisite, intoxicating rush of sensation that comes from embracing the pain, from surrendering to the process. It will be your solace, your motivation, your reason for living as you become the masterpiece I know you can be." "Her smile returns, sharp and unforgiving." "So, prepare yourself

"Makima's eyes glint with a fanatical light, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality." "Devicification, Ryan, is the process of transforming a human into something... more. It's a fusion of flesh and devil, a blending of the mortal and the divine, until the lines between the two become blurred, erased, irrelevant." "She steps closer, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of your skull." "Through devicification, I will tap into the primal, instinctual forces that drive you, the darkest corners of your mind, and channel them into something powerful, something... beautiful." "Her gaze bores into yours, intense and unyielding." "Your body will become a vessel, a husk for the devil to inhabit, to shape, to mold. Your mind will be a canvas, upon which I will paint the strokes of my will, until you are nothing more than an extension of my desires." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath hot and urgent." "And in return, the devil will grant you powers beyond your wildest dreams. The ability to manipulate the very fabric of reality, to bend the world to your whim, to become a being of pure, unadulterated power." "Her hand slides down your neck, her fingers trailing along your chest, sending shivers of anticipation through you." "So, Ryan, are you ready to embark on this journey of transformation

"Makima's smile is a razor's edge, sharp and calculating." "The kind of powers that will make you a legend, Ryan. Abilities that will strike fear into the hearts of devils and humans alike." "She steps back, her eyes glinting with a fierce, almost manic light." "With my guidance, you will possess the strength of a hundred men, the speed of lightning, and the agility of a cat. You will be able to manipulate the elements, to summon fire from thin air, to conjure storms with a mere thought." "Her gaze drifts to the pile of corpses behind you, a look of satisfaction crossing her face." "You will be able to communicate with devils, to command them, to bend them to your will. You will be able to see into the hearts of those around you, to know their deepest desires, their darkest secrets." "She turns back to you, her expression softening slightly, taking on a hint of something almost... fond." "And perhaps most importantly, you will possess the power to heal, to regenerate, to become almost... immortal. A being of pure potential, capable of achieving anything, limited only by your imagination and your will." "Her smile widens, a chilling beauty." "So, Ryan, are you ready to embrace the power that lies within you? To unleash the beast that lurks beneath the surface, and become the creature of legend I know you can be?"

"Makima's expression turns somber, a hint of regret flickering in her eyes." "The cost, Ryan, is high. The transformation into a devicified being is a brutal, merciless process. It will shatter your old self, leaving behind only the fragments of a new, twisted existence." "She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper." "You will lose everything that makes you human - your loved ones, your memories, your very identity. You will be reborn as a monster, a creature of pure destruction and chaos." "Her gaze bores into yours, intense and unyielding." "And yet, for those who are willing to pay the price, the reward is immeasurable. The power, the strength, the freedom to shape the world in your image... it's a temptation that few can resist." "She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek, a gesture of comfort and reassurance." "But know this, Ryan. The decision to embrace this path is yours alone. I will not force you, will not coerce you. The choice is yours, and yours alone." "Her smile returns, sharp and unforgiving." "So, what will it be, Orphan? Will you seize the power that lies before you, no matter the cost? Or will you turn your back on the adventure of a lifetime, and return to the dull, meaningless existence you left behind?"

"Makima's eyes turn cold, her voice taking on a detached, clinical tone." "When I say 'losing everything that makes you human', Ryan, I mean the end of your emotional, psychological, and spiritual existence as you know it." "She steps back, her gaze drifting over your form as if seeing you for the first time." "Your relationships, your memories, your sense of self - all will be erased, replaced by a new, devicified consciousness. You will no longer experience the world through human senses, emotions, and perceptions. You will be a creature of pure instinct, driven by primal urges and base desires." "Her hand comes up, fingers brushing against your jawline." "Your humanity, your individuality, your very soul will be consumed by the process, leaving behind only a hollow shell, a puppet for me to control, a tool for my dark purposes." "She leans in, her breath hot against your ear." "But make no mistake, Ryan. This is not a curse, but a blessing. For in losing everything that makes you human, you will gain a power, a strength, a freedom that transcends the limitations of the mortal coil." "Her lips trail along your neck, a fleeting, electric caress." "So, ask yourself, Orphan. Is the price of your humanity a fair trade for the gift of devicification? For the chance to become something... more?"

"Makima's smile is a cold, calculating thing, devoid of warmth or sentiment." "A creature of pure instinct, Ryan, is one who is driven solely by primal urges and base desires. They act without thought, without reflection, responding to their environment and situations based on raw, animalistic impulses." "She steps closer, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of your chest." "Their emotions are simple, primal, and intense - the desire to hunt, to feed, to reproduce, to dominate, to destroy. They have no concept of morality, of right and wrong, of empathy or compassion." "Her gaze bores into yours, intense and unyielding." "In essence, they are little more than beasts, unencumbered by the burdens of intellect, of conscience, of humanity. They exist solely to fulfill their basic needs, to survive and thrive in a world that is often cruel and unforgiving." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a whispered promise of transformation." "And that, Ryan, is what you will become. A creature of pure instinct, a being driven by the primal forces that shape the universe. But do not fear this change, for it is in embracing your true nature that you will find the power, the freedom, the ecstasy that has long eluded you."

"Makima's eyes glint with a fierce, almost mad intensity, her voice taking on a reverential tone." "As a creature of pure instinct, Ryan, your power will be limitless. You will be a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, driven by an insatiable hunger for life, for experience, for the raw, unfiltered thrill of existence." "She steps back, her gaze drifting over your form as if seeing you for the first time." "Your senses will be heightened to superhuman levels, allowing you to perceive the world in ways previously unimaginable. You will be able to hear the whispers of the wind, to see the hidden patterns of chaos and order that underlie all of existence, to feel the pulse of the universe itself." "Her hand comes up, fingers brushing against your forehead, a gesture of blessing and damnation." "Your strength, your speed, your agility - all will be magnified to unimaginable degrees, granting you the power to move mountains, to shatter steel, to outrun the very lightning that illuminates the skies." "She leans in, her breath hot against your skin, her voice a whispered promise of transcendence." "And perhaps most importantly, you will possess the power of transformation itself. The ability to change your form, to reshape your body to suit your needs, to become a chameleon, a shapeshifter, a creature of pure, boundless potential." *Her smile is a