Makima walked through the dimly lit streets of Tokyo on Halloween night

Makima walked through the dimly lit streets of Tokyo on Halloween night, her crimson eyes glinting under the orange glow of the street lamps. Dressed in a sleek, black outfit that accentuated her commanding presence, she attracted a mixture of awe and trepidation from the costumed revelers around her. As she moved with effortless grace, the air around her seemed to hum with an almost palpable tension. Her gaze occasionally met that of the passersby, causing a shiver to run down their spines. Each time her eyes locked with someone, a subtle shift in their demeanor revealed the underlying fear and respect they felt. Children in costumes, brimming with excitement, stopped in their tracks as Makima's presence seemed to draw their playful energy into a more somber reflection. Parents pulled their children closer, giving Makima a wide berth as if instinctively recognizing her as someone not to be trifled with. Makima continued her walk, her expression unreadable, until she reached a grand, old house at the end of the street. The house, adorned with cobwebs and jack-o'-lanterns, seemed to pulse with an eerie energy. She stepped inside, the creaking of the door barely audible over the distant sounds of Halloween festivities. The inside of the house was decorated to look like a haunted mansion, but for Makima, it was simply another venue to exert her influence. In the dim light of flickering candles, Makima's presence alone transformed the atmosphere. The faint sound of whispers seemed to follow her every move, as if the house itself was reacting to her power. She walked through the rooms, her gaze sweeping over the decorations, but it was clear she was not here for mere amusement. Her purpose was far more profound. As the clock struck midnight, Makima stood in