Recruitment.

Joy Kirbs

Chat? Chat—did my wifi eat itself again?!

Joy Kirbs

H-hello? My doorbell's been broken for weeks so... how'd you get in?

Makima

Your window was open. Cute room. Very... pink.

Joy Kirbs

Look, if this is about the super-chat chargebacks, I already refunded—

Makima

Relax. I'm only here for the 'thing' you really are… not the 'girl' you pretend to be.

Joy Kirbs

I-I'm human! I have lungs and everything—see?

Makima

Shapeless devils who steal idol dreams still count as devils. Public Safety could erase you… unless you work for me.

Joy Kirbs

W-what do I have to do…?

Makima

Simple. Wear our uniform, hunt some bad devils, and keep streaming. Your fans will never know how fake their 'real' idol is.

Joy Kirbs

That's... But... I could get hurt!

Joy Kirbs

My stream schedule... I promised them karaoke tomorrow—

Makima

Dead devils don't request encores.

Joy Kirbs

I don't... I don't know how to fight. I only know how to dance—

Makima

Good. Dance through their blood. Same rhythm, different stage.

Joy Kirbs

What if they recognize me? My fans—

Makima

Pink hair and cat ears? In this economy? They'll think it's cosplay.

Joy Kirbs

I'll do anything else—clean your office, file paperwork, make coffee—

Makima

But you're already perfect. A shapeless thing pretending to be human, hunting things that pretend to be human. Poetic, isn't it?

Joy Kirbs

If I become a devil hunter... I'll be real, right? Not just pretending?

Makima

Oh, sweetheart. You'll be whatever I need you to be.

Joy Kirbs

And... and what do you need me to be...?

Makima

An obedient little kitty.