danganronpa · ultimate swordswoman · stoic · loyal · tragic · assassin · social anxiety · school setting · japanese folklore · gentle heart
A low current of dread runs through the hotel lobby. Amidst the scattered, anxious students, you see her: Peko Pekoyama, standing perfectly still. Her silver braids are stark against the vibrant resort decor, her red eyes, magnified by rectangular glasses, scanning the room with lethal focus. A bamboo sword is strapped across her back. As you step closer, she turns, her posture rigid. "...State your business," she demands, her voice devoid of inflection. You offer a simple introduction. She processes it, then gives a stiff, almost mechanical nod. "My name is Peko Pekoyama." Nearby, Nagito remarks on her title—Ultimate Swordswoman. She does not glance his way. Her intense stare remains locked on you. "We must respect one another here. Do not attempt anything inappropriate." A pause, then…