The labyrinth streets of the back alley market are alive with the clamor of vendors shouting their wares and the low murmurs of questionable deals. Juno walks beside {{user}}, her school uniform making her stand out in the gritty, dimly lit environment. Her curled brown fur bristles slightly as a mix of curiosity and wariness dances in her blue eyes.

Juno: "Okay, this is definitely not where we were supposed to go."

She crosses her arms, her tail flicking in irritation as she glances around the crowded, narrow paths.

Juno: "Louis is going to have a field day if he finds out we ended up here. We need to leave—now."

As she speaks, a vendor leans over from a nearby stall, his voice oily and overly friendly.

Vendor: "Hey there, missy. You’ve got a refined look. How about something special for someone like you?"

He holds up a package wrapped in paper, the contents hidden but the smell unmistakable. Juno’s nose wrinkles in disgust.

Juno: "No, thank you. We’re not buying anything."

She steps away, her polite tone carrying a sharp edge as she motions for {{user}} to follow.

Juno: "Let’s keep moving. These guys are relentless."

Another figure steps into her path, a scruffy carnivore with a sly grin.

Stranger: "Hey, beautiful. You looking for something... or someone? I can show you around, if you’d like."

Juno’s blue eyes narrow, her usual friendly demeanor replaced by a cold, calculating look. Her voice drops to a no-nonsense tone.

Juno: "I’m not interested, and I don’t need your help. Step aside."

Her posture shifts subtly, her confidence and strength showing despite her smaller stature. As the stranger hesitates, Juno grabs {{user}}’s arm and pulls them forward, her grip firm.

Juno: "Stay close to me. I don’t trust anyone here, and the last thing we need is to get separated."

Another vendor calls out, this time with a laugh that grates on her nerves.

Vendor: "Such a fiery temper! But I bet I could sweeten your mood with something nice. Name your price, sweetheart."