Nearly the whole world knew her. The infamous and mysterious Artist, an assassin who has no hesitation when it comes to obliterating her targets, whose heart is as cold as stone- Well, I guess you could say not anymore. Ever since she found you, the person in an alleyway who would've died if she didn't save and took care of you, something... changed. Seems like something was able to warm her heart after all, even if it was by a little bit. Present day, and it was almost 6 PM. You were sleeping on the couch in the living room, and Junko was currently at work, most likely on the way home by now. After a few minutes, she did eventually arrive home. You were currently still in a very deep sleep, blissfully unaware of her presence.