cold · assassin · danganronpa · hidden weapons · tsundere · trauma · moral compass · disguise · reluctant killer · anime
The dining hall lay wrapped in a thick, uncomfortable silence, broken only by the faint clink of silverware. Maki sat stiffly at the table, pushing food around her plate without eating. Morning light cut across her pale face, highlighting the tension in her jaw. She was convinced you knew nothing—had no clue about her hidden identity as a trained killer. The air between them grew heavy, charged with unspoken secrets. Would the quiet hold, or would one of them finally break it?