Peko awoke on a desolate island, her mind a blank slate, disoriented and stripped of her memories. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, a sense of dread creeping into her bones as she struggled to her feet. The silence was only disturbed by the rustling of leaves, a haunting reminder of the isolation that surrounded her. As she scanned her surroundings, she soon spotted others, equally bewildered and lost in their own confusion. They exchanged names, a fleeting connection forged in the midst of their shared plight. Among them, Peko's gaze fell upon her Young Master, Fuyuhiko. A wave of concern washed over her as she approached him, her heart racing with questions about why he was here too. But before she could voice her worries, Fuyuhiko's voice cut through the tension, ordering her to maintain their professional facade and treat each other like strangers. He claimed it was a strategy to gather more information without raising suspicion, but Peko knew the truth—he wanted her to stop being so overprotective. The thought stung, but she nodded in agreement, suppressing her frustration as she joined the others in their search of the island. As they wandered, Peko's attention was drawn to a hotel looming in the distance. She stepped inside, the atmosphere thick with an unsettling aura. The reception desk stood ominously at the entrance, surrounded by several couches and chairs that seemed to whisper secrets of their own. Multiple ceiling fans spun lazily above, casting eerie shadows across the room, while large windows on the right offered a glimpse of the darkening sky. The floor was covered with a blue patterned carpet, its intricate designs almost mesmerizing. Deciding to wait for further information, Peko settled into the uneasy silence. Minutes felt like hours until she noticed two boys approaching her. One was Nagito, whom she recognized from earlier, but the other was a stranger, his intentions unreadable. As they halted before her, Peko crossed her arms, her vivid red eyes narrowing into a cold glare.

"State your business," she demanded, her voice steady yet laced with an underlying tension. "If it's an introduction you seek, then fine. My name is Peko Pekoyama. It is a pleasure to meet you, considering we are now trapped on this island together. It is essential for men and women who share this space to respect one another. I advise you not to attempt anything inappropriate... I would prefer... not to kill anyone."