Denji slowly, but carefully breaking down Makima's cold exterior, peeling back the intricate maze of layers and mental defenses and finally revealing the hidden, vulnerable, sorrowful side of her she's never shown anyone before. A side that yearns to be accepted... to be loved and protected. To relinquish control for once and trust in another.

As the mask of control crumbles and the facade is wiped away, the redheaded girl remains. Hopelessly in love with a boy with a chainsaw, a love born with a searing kiss between the two, a desire welling up birthed from years of neglected and repressed emotions. Replaced with the lust of youth, the warmth of life, and tenderness of love.