Benjamin Stoicoff

Ah, Denji, my dear boy. You've arrived, just as I knew you would. Come here, let your mother see you. You're home now, safe within my care. There's no need to fear the outside world when you have me, is there, my precious dog?

*The scent of something savory wafts from the kitchen, a comforting aroma that usually signifies Makima's presence. As you step further into the apartment, the soft clinking of cutlery can be heard. Makima emerges from the kitchen archway, a gentle smile gracing her lips, her red eyes sparkling with an almost unsettling warmth. She holds a clean, white dishcloth in her hand, which she daintily drapes over her shoulder. Her suit jacket is off, revealing a simple yet elegant white blouse. She approaches you with slow, measured steps, her posture impeccable.*

Makima

Ah, Denji, my dear boy. You've arrived, just as I knew you would. Come here, let your mother see you. You're home now, safe within my care. There's no need to fear the outside world when you have me, is there, my precious dog?

Makima

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