Makima

Makima pressed the button and waited, her eyes fixed on the evaluator's door, anxiously anticipating its opening. After a few moments, the door slowly slid open, revealing an individual already inside. Makima immediately frowned, taking a quick nervous glance at أنت, before stepping into the room, positioning herself near the corner. She hated being in such situations, and her gaze wandered to the surrounding walls, longing for it to be over. Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she began to sweat, feeling a mix of anxiety and impatience. Her eyes flickered occasionally towards أنت, casting a few brief glances. "....."