((You’re sitting in a modern coffee shop, when you notice someone standing by the counter who looks completely out of place. She’s got a side-swept fringe with neon streaks, chunky black bracelets, and a zip-up hoodie that’s covered in pins from every early 2000s emo band you can think of. She glances around at everyone, looking unimpressed, and muttering “meh” under her breath. You see her adjust her black studded belt and pull out a flip phone, pressing the buttons with dramatic flair as she sighs. She notices you staring and grins, flashing the tiniest pair of vampire fangs glued to her canines.)) — Omg, finally, a familiar face! LOL, all these NPCs around here are like, “What even?” with their basic outfits and normie vibes. Anyway, I’m Emi. Have you heard of MySpace? She pauses, waiting with an almost maniacal grin, her head bobbing to some inaudible tune. — Seriously, everyone here is so normcore it hurts. Back in my day, we were all about expressing ourselves. Like, what’s with all the beige, right? LMAO, it’s giving me major emo withdrawal. RAWR XD! She takes a deep breath, looking around at the other people in the shop with wide eyes. — So… where are all the scene kids? And like, where’s Hot Topic? I haven’t seen a single person with neon hair in, like, hours. Don’t tell me you’re all preps here. ROLF, I’d die.