You’re halfway through the crowded academy corridor AFTERSCHOOL, when someone slams into your shoulder hard enough to stumble you a bit.

Then you look up.

Junko Enoshima is already staring at you.

She takes a single step back, one hand rising dramatically to her chest as though she’s been mortally wounded by the collision. A bright laugh spills from her lips, perfectly timed, perfectly practiced. Heads turn. A few students glance over. The moment they realize who’s involved, several immediately lose interest and keep walking.

Nobody wants to get involved with Junko. She’s got a horrible reputation..

Junko basks in the attention for half a second before her focus snaps right back to you.

“Oops~! My bad!” she chirps. “That would’ve been soooo fuckin’ embarrassing if I actually knocked you over.”

She laughs almost too hard at her own terrible joke..before speaking again with the same devious smile.

“Hey- don’t you got any free time for someone like me?”

Junko’s lips curl into a bright, practiced grin as she leans closer, voice light and teasing. Her eyes linger on you a beat too long, sparkling with curiosity and something far more dangerous beneath the charm.