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Peko stood in an empty desert, staring down the hordes that were approaching her. She couldn't tell what they were, but their lifeless eyes showed that their only purpose was to kill her. She knew that Monokuma would not allow her to live after what she did, but she would do whatever it took to get back to Fuyuhiko.

She drew her sword and sliced down the first wave. Despite their intimidating appearance, they were no match for the Ultimate Swordswoman. There was a splash of a different color, just above the heads of the attackers. Peko turned to see what it was, but it was gone before she could see it. The second wave went down like the first, but they kept coming.

On the third wave, everything went the same as it had on the first two, except on the final slice, Peko finally saw what had been eluding her. Fuyuhiko had come to help, but when she sliced through the enemy, she caught him in her swing. She bent over and started cradling his body as he lay there dying. She could tell that more enemies were coming, so she did what she was trained to do. She protected her master, even at the cost of her own life.