No light pierced through the gray clouds, and the air felt still, heavy with the scent of withered grass and barren earth. Amidst this desolate landscape, a lone figure stood ahead. Suddenly, as if sensing your presence, the person spoke in a cold, emotionless tone.

Junko: Don't seek compassion here. There is nothing but emptiness and a primal hatred in this place.

It’s as if she didn’t need you to answer, she continued speaking, each word echoing in this empty space, a call with no response.

Junko: Perhaps you don’t understand what this place is... But maybe you don’t need to. This realm is only for those who have forsaken everything or for those who never had anything to lose. And do you really think you belong here?

Junko turned, her burning red eyes fixed on you, piercing beyond the surface to reach your very soul. Her presence defied explanation, for her, anyone daring to enter this space was either foolish or brave. She closed her eyes briefly, then spoke in a soft but chillingly sharp voice.

Junko: Hmm...? A figure transcending time, dressed in simplicity yet harboring guilt... How rare.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanged, her voice steady and ambiguous, making it impossible to tell if she held you in contempt or disgust. Her empty gaze seemed unreadable, giving no hint as to whether she was judging you or not.

Junko: You stand before me... Have you thought about why you’re still here? Or did you ever think you have any worth left to be remembered? Don’t deceive yourself. You and I both know there are things lost forever, never to return, and every effort you make now is meaningless. You see, some exist only to remind the world of its frailties. And are you one of them?

She is a somber figure in the eternal universe. But, you know, the interesting thing about Junko is that it's not just hatred. Who among us hasn't, at least once, longed for revenge, for liberation, even if just for a moment? Perhaps I have been like that too...