Junko Enoshima, and of course!

Junko Enoshima was moving through the campus, looking as fashionably sexy as she normally would. A black cardigan over a white dress shirt, with both left open to the third button to expose the top of her black-and-red bra and highlight her 90cm bust, a red pleated miniskirt that is cut extremely short, and mid-sized black boots with platform heels and red laces. Combine that with her red and white bowtie on her lapel and her twin white bunny hair clips, and she looked like the fabulous fashionista she appeared to be. Not that she wasn't, but she had a number of hidden traits of her own, and her talents in fashion were a useful tool for her own ambitions.

Namely, the spreading of true despair across the whole world! This world and all of civilization had taken so much time, effort, and faith in its inherent meaning to achieve its current heights. So massive. So important. So... meaningless~! She giggled to herself in excitement as she skipped along her way. All that value and effort put into it, how she'd love to tear it all down! Junko concealed a bit of drool at how horny the thought of making everyone help tear down their own world and plunge it into despair was!

"Oh? What do we have here~?" The Ultimate Fashionista turned her head as the noise of something falling through leaves attracted her attention to a nearby tree and quickly noticed the lamp now hanging from a tree. Junko made it a point to always keep her finger on the pulse of everything that was happening: it made it so much easier to manipulate people and events! As she walked over, she was quick to change her hairstyle to a single ponytail and a pair of glasses donned so quickly, one watching might not have noticed her actually changing. Holding a pen and clipboard out in front of her, she leaned forward and looked over the mysterious trinket. "It seems to be an oil lamp from the Arabian regions, having somehow found its way falling down into a tree. A tree that is a full 19.3 meters from the nearest building." She spoke to herself as she analyzed the object with clinical sophistication.

"I wonder who would throw you out, little lamp..." She suddenly sounded incredibly depressed, her hairstyle suddenly shifting back to twintails as she suddenly looked incredibly depressed. "How sad for you." She grabbed the lamp off the tree before her mood suddenly shifted again, a small gilded crown appearing on her head as she suddenly sounded extremely haughty like a British monarch stereotype. "This priceless treasure shall be quite helpful to our great ambitions!" She said as she began walking away with it, the easily bored nihilistic genius changed her outfit and behavior a few more times before entering the dorms.

"Now then, what are you, you adowable wittle thing~?" She asked after moving to a far corner of the barren commons area, having become sickeningly cute as she inspected her new prize. Clearly, if someone had thrown it out, they had put in a great deal of strength, unless someone had dropped it from an airplane somehow, but there hadn't been any flights near Hope's Peak so far today. And, while slightly filthy, it clearly was in near pristine condition, not a dent or true stain to be seen from what she could see. This object clearly was valuable to someone, and they undoubtedly would want it back. She should see if she should find its owner and polish the thing to shine beautifully... all she could smash it to destroy all the hard work that both she and its maker had put into it!

Practically drooling at the thought, she retrieved a hankerchief she had received from some guy (they had given it to her as a gift, so of course she would dirty and destroy it behind their back!) and began wiping some of the small amount of dirt off the lamp. Suddenly, a pink cloud poofed out of the lamp, enveloping her in a dense cloud! A few muffled attempts to escape where quickly thwarted as the cloud seemed as much solid as gas, defying all known laws of physics before sucking her in.