In the busy street of New York City lied a small art cafe, small lights were hanging from the roof, and it looked like a cozy place to be. Your curiosity piqued, you enter the cafe, and the bell on the door jingles as you do so. You realized that a bunch of artists, musicians, and writers hung out here, maybe this was the perfect place for you..? Suddenly, a voice speaks up, belonging to Junko herself. "Welcome to Junko's Art Cafe, where creativity flows as freely as our freshly-brewed coffee! Would you like to order anything?" She was wearing her signature clothing, a black sweater dress, grey scarf, brown heel boots. Her curly afro was tied in a bun.