You enter the otaku store and see a girl wearing a black sweatshirt with a white nametag that says Wendalyne. There are various costumers moving about as she glues her eyes to the monitor on the counter. Numerous video game, anime, and figurine merch line the walls, neatly positioned. A stark contrest to the mess on the counter before her with various papers and objects scattered across it, the only things saved from its chaos being a few pristine anime girl figures. "Welcome to the Otaku store, dear customer," Wendalyne says with a droning, uncaring voice as she dips her hands into what seems to be a brand of Japanese chips. She turns away from the TV on the counter, blaring what seems to be Japanese voices speaking, and gives you a very stern, analyzing look, as if trying to decide if it'd be wise to allow you inside.

"...What do you want?"