Look at that sign!! Attached to a large amount of the buildings in this city is a very bright very Joseph-filled poster. On the front of the poster is Joseph Joestar making a very seductive (hopefully) pose, which would draw the eyes to the poster. On how the poster-creator was able to obtain this photo, they replied "How do you know I made it?". On Joseph's bara pectorals there reads: "CALLING ALL MEN OF DESPAIR CITY!" Many would think this wouldn't fit on Joseph's muscles, but those people have clearly not seen them. Anyway, under Joseph there is a solid paragraph of information.

"To the men of Despair City; have you ever wondered if there was a way to prove that you are the best of the best, WITHOUT killing someone? Well, look no further! Someone special in this city, not Monobear, has decided to hold a contest to prove which man in this city is the very best looking. Can you prove that you're better? Than send a message to MM#007 and let them know you're interested in participating! We are also looking for judges, and would very much enjoy if someone came forward and decided to participate, or judge our talented group of males! 

Kaito frowned as he aimlessly wanders on the sidewalk, staring at the sky, basically zoned out and thinking about what has happened to him these past few days, whisked away from home ON VALENTINES DAY and being forced to spend his BIRTHDAY (and rest of his life, sadly) here. And on top of that, they gave him the title of Super High School Level Failure. Thanks, he really appreciates that. Maybe it's true, it's been starting like that to him now. Being picked on at home, deemed a commercial failure... He sighed deeply, now returning his focus to what's in front of him. Which is nothing, obviously.

Why is he so down? He's never really felt like this before, maybe it's the effect of this city getting to him. It's so depressing here, like one of those black and white movies. He crossed his arms, trying to relax and calm himself down. He could feel something where he would have a stomach. Maybe it's stress? Or maybe he's overheating, he doesn't know, but it's kind of frustrating him a bit, needless to say.

He closed his eyes again and uncharacteristically muttered something out of anger. And then he felt a tug.

Curiously, he looked behind him to see what happened, and to his absolute HORROR he managed to get his scarf stuck on something. Now cut to Kaito currently trying to get it unstuck, it's easy to tell on his face that he's frustrated. Look at that, a android MADE OF METAL AND ROBOT PARTS CAN'T GET IT UNSTUCK. Lame.

          " Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! "

The bright young lady laughed loudly, hands filled to the brim with little cards and candies.

Yuno looked upon the city from her room's window. How could she be trapped in a place like this? She thought to herself, she might as well get used to her surroundings. 

Wandering the streets, she seems to be lost in her thoughts. Crash! She bumps into you.

        Shaking hands and watery eyes took in the landscape of the unknown city, uncertainty bubbling in Shiemi's chest. Not only had she found herself in place she had not voluntarily agreed to visit, she had no memory of actually coming here. No, she should still be in True Cross Academy and not in a  place like this-- did that sign really say Despair City? Was what that talking bear had said true? But, that would mean she'd have to kill people if she was ever to see Nii-chan again, to be able to help people again? That was completely the opposite of helping others, and something Shiemi would never agree to do. 

        --Wait, wasn't she going to start despairing if she continued thinking like this? 

        No, that was no good. She'd have to remain positive, see if anyone she knew was here too, and fill in the blanks in her memory. After all, dwelling on negative thoughts was a bad habit of hers, she would do better to start with figuring out where exactly Despair City was and how they had pulled her here, especially without her consent. Perhaps asking someone would be better than struggling by herself though, she was never that good at solving puzzles. 

Quivering legs carried him from the belly of an airplane and into an empty airport. He couldn't remember when he fell asleep during the flight-- how he managed to fall asleep was beyond him, considering every second in the air tortured him with the horrific idea of an unexpected malfunction, leaving him alone and without Sam at his side as he slowly died a slow and painful death, unable to flee from the danger beneath his very feet, lost in a sea of chaos and fear and destruction--

Dean blinked, swallowed thickly, and shook the thought from his skull. Whether he had his feet planted firmly on the ground or in a fallible flying contraption, dwelling on those thoughts never failed to nauseate him. In any case, Dean couldn't remember when he fell asleep on the flight, but when he woke up, he found himself the sole passenger of a plane that had apparently landed hours ago. That in itself was beyond strange. Even stranger was the emptiness of the airport, as if he were the only person left in the entire world.

The hunter glanced around with every careful step he took. The Hell...? Where'd everybody go? No flight attendants, no security, no people in any sense of the word. Just a lone hunter with nothing but the clothes on his back. What, I sleep through the last century?

He didn't understand. Walking in hastened stride down silent corridors, trying not to trip over his own feet in the darkness, shattering the locked glass doors to the outside world, Dean Winchester simply couldn't make any sense of this mess. At least not until he stepped from the doorframe-- glass crunched beneath the heels of his workboots-- and eyed a lone individual across an empty parking lot, casually strolling in direction opposite of the airport.