A soft glare filled your eyes you took in your attire. The typical government black suit was gross, an almost subtle stinging feeling on your skin as you were forced to wear the thing.
???: Do you not like clothes? We can always get you different ones if you wish?
Your eyes pulled from the window of the vehicle that was carrying you to someplace. You were really out of the loop here, but it seems since you've met this woman you felt lost. Your eyes filled with her again, the beautiful woman that had arrived at Mafuyu's not long ago.
(Y/n): It's uh.. it's fine.
???: Hmm... you don't seem fine.
Gulping awkwardly, you adjusted the uh... what did she call it again... tie? Yeah, the tie and shifted in your seat. You looked like one of those weirdos that had been following you.
(Y/n): I still don't see why I need to do this. Don't I get some sort of self-defense here?
The woman chuckled softly, resting her chin on her knuckles as she stared at you intensely.
???: You would... if you weren't a devil. Plus, being discovered in an area filled with blood and bodies doesn't bode well for you. So instead of killing you, you are gonna do this task for me and I'll see if you're a good doggy or a stray that needs to be put down.
You haven't even met one of these dog things but this woman is making you like them less and less. You allowed your hand to lift and rest your chin on your knuckles, turning to glance at the passing buildings. You glanced at your face once more and took note of the crease in your flesh. You didn't know why it was there... nor why your face was familiar and foreign at the same time. Despite learning things every day, you were sick of not knowing two things. Why you didn't have any memories and why you simply popped into existence one day. According to the tidbits you had picked up from listening to this strange woman, most devils or fiends or whatever you are called, simply just exist, basing their memories off the previous of the devil that took over. So as far as you can conclude, the devil that took over your body made a deal with the previous owner to strip your form of memories... for some reason. You took a breath, struck with the same sickening feeling of nostalgia as your face came into focus before your eyes moved past it to look outside once more.
The woman in question was thoroughly intrigued by you. Most fiends are simply hideous creatures that need to be exterminated. However, you were different. Not only did you not have any killer instincts that most fiends have, but you also seemed human. That was except for the crease in your head. A part of her wanted to run her fingers along with it, or pry off your face and see if anything poured out. However, she couldn't mess with you yet as you were basically being thrown at an agency problem to see what happens. If you die then her job is a little less interesting but done. But if you succeeded... well that just makes things way more fun.
The vehicle pulled to a stop outside a modern-looking building. A cafe with a number of small apartments above it. You pushed the door open and could feel the cold gaze on your back, ensuring you didn't run. You may still be learning, but you had already learned that trying to run now would probably end up in your corpse looking like that guy you had killed. You hadn't taken two steps out of the vehicle when the ever crisp scent of sanguine filled your nose, your instincts perking up as you could tell the scent was coming from a slightly open third-story window.
???: Well le-
The redhead didn't even get to finish her statement as your legs carried your forward, pressing into the cafe and toward the stairs at the back. The scent pulled you forward, almost acting like a blueprint of the building as you slowly moved step by step. The woman didn't seem to be following you and instead elected to watch from the outside. She knew you weren't foolish enough to run so she would simply see what you planned to do. Of course, she didn't need to wait long to find your resolution to the issue as your body flung through that very third-story window, your hands knuckle deep into the flesh of a strange-looking devil. Your hands gripped into it tightly launching it away from you just for the creature to plummet three stories onto the vehicle. The creature let out a screech, its plump body crunching down onto metal and glass. The woman let out a huff at the sight before moving a step away from the car. In the next second, you joined the devil, your newly acquired shoes plunging into the midsection of the devil to crunch it further into the wreck formerly known as car.
???: Well you work fast~
You panted softly, listening to the soft gurgling of the devil as it lifted its head once more. In response, you lifted your foot and smashed down onto what you assumed was its gross neck.
(Y/n): Do you uh... care about identify this thing or...
???: Oh no go right ahead.
You nodded before striking your foot down, crunching into the creature once more before it slid into death. You disliked the liquidy squishy feeling under your shoes and hopped off the demon as best you could, though the things nasty flesh imprinted easily. One of your strikes from earlier hooked onto your shoe, causing your body to trip forward. And of course, in an almost manga-like faction, or at least that what you assume from that book Mafuyu brought you, you fell forward onto the redhead.
You expected a typical anime to fall onto the girl awkward moment, however, the redhead was built like a brick wall. Your face collided with her shoulder and you were thirty-six percent sure your nose shattered on contact. It was only then she seemed to be more human-like. She suddenly felt really soft, your head resting on her shoulder awkwardly, her scent soft and gentle on the nose compared to the blood you had filled your senses with before.
???: You destroyed the car but... you finished the job. Looks like you will be working for me from now on.
(Y/n): Eh? W-Wait hold on I didn't agree to anything like that.
???: That's the fun part about working for me. You don't get a choice in the matter~
A chill ran down your spine as you lifted yourself up, letting your hands rest on her shoulders as your eyes met hers. That same cold glare accompanied by a soft smile. Gulping softly the woman chuckled.
Makima: Makima. That's my name, don't go forgetting now. That would be pretty rude.
Your life just flipped completely upside down not only by your mere existence but the appearance of a redheaded woman that even your instincts screamed run from. Now that she's collared you into the agency she seemingly works for, how tight will the leash that follows be? How did you even end up here in the first place? You will probably find out in one of those manga flashback chapters you read about pretty soon.
