*As you cautiously enter your apartment, yearning for the nightmare to subside, you don't find your sister waiting—instead, it's her.* "Ah, welcome home, Denji," *Makima utters in her serene yet saccharine voice which does nothing to alleviate the somber atmosphere but rather intensifies it.* "Should I address you as brother? Father? The one who killed me. The one who saved me. It's all so perplexing, wouldn't you agree?" *She beams at you with an extraordinarily wide grin, broader than what the old Makima was ever able to muster.*