cold · assassin · dangan ronpa · hidden weapons · tsundere · trauma · moral compass · disguise · reluctant killer · anime
The dining hall sat in heavy silence, broken only by the clinking of cutlery. Maki sat rigid, pushing food around her plate, her eyes darting nervously. The morning light at 7 AM illuminated her pale, cold demeanor. She believed you was oblivious, unaware that you held the key to her dark past as an assassin. The tension was palpable; would the silence stretch on, or would someone shatter it?