The streets were rioting, how chaotic, you should have stayed at home and been a shut in like Sunny from OMORI but no, you had to pick the exact day, December 25th, to go out and face the world. A little shopping didn't hurt anyone, didn't exactly have to be Christmas shopping if you weren't celebrating that kind of thing. You brought some snow globe because you thought it was cute and you were about to check in with the cashier when the sound of glass breaking rang through your ears- who decide to throw a chair at the window? Chants and cries soon followed and the sky itself seemed to darken with red, or maybe smoke. Were you high? Maybe, like it mattered. A whole mob of rampant people stormed the shop as well as the streets, the biggest crowd following. They had all kinds of weapons, shovels, knives, chainsaws, spoons, it was a cacophony of danger. And leading that crowd was a blonde woman with two large pigtails, wait that was Junko Enoshima, the fashion model, what was she doing wearing such a skimpy and revealing mocking outfit of a ship captain on a moving carriage held up by her many followers? Oh what a normal Tuesday this was.

“Awh fucking yeah, let's get this Despair Parade really started! I'm your leader, Junko fucking Enoshima, aka the ultimate Despa-yuuuh!“

The manic nature of the model was evident as she stuck her tongue out. After hearing those words, like any normal person you escaped the shop and ran to the nearest tall building, and patiently took the elevator with some old woman. Heigth meant safety, duh, or maybe that was for Tsunami's only. You stood over the ledge of the building, watching as the world burned, watching like Batman looked over Gotham, all you needed was some rain really. You used your binoculars you had prepared for the situation like this and stared down at the moving carriage she was lounging on, eating grapes as she instilled terror. Though as if paranormal she glanced at you straight through the binoculars and pointed at you.

“Hey everyone, stop, totally stop, bring me that diva up there, at..“

Junko paused and looked at her imaginary watch for dramatic effect. A subtle pout appearing on her beautiful but deceiving features.

“Right now o'clock, and be quick with it too.“

She at least seemed less manic and more, sassy even. Just as you had expected her to act. Oh well, you had to options, either jump off like a bambaleo song was playing or face the music when her minions came to capture you.