They do say that ironyâs a bitch - though, to Junko, sheâs a fine mistress at times. One day sheâs making jokes about there apparently being cannibals within the city, looking at corpses wondering how long theyâll last, and the next she endâs up running right into one. Lifeâs funny like that, she mused, looking not in the slightest perturbed at the sight she had happened across - at the vision of the figure in bandages holding what was obvious an arm that had bite marks in it. Now, to Junko, it didnât really look that much like a tasty snack - but who was she to judge? In all honesty, the Ultimate Despair was more interested in the whole look this person - after a quick moment of analyzing, she determined it to be a female build - had going on. Maybe it was the Ultimate Fashionista within her, but she went with it.Â
      âI figure youâre hiding your face âcause youâre like, munching on that dude and donât wanna get busted, but for real - the whole mummy look is kinda standing out so you ainât beinâ subtle imo,â pressing a finger to her lip, Junko looked once again at the body that had been torn. It didnât look like a knife had been used, the arm was quite literally pulled off. The rest of the body was pretty fucked too, like it had been smashed in. How scary. âBut I wonder - if youâre that strong, which anyone with a lick of sense could tell, I donât get why youâre hiding your face. It isnât like the authorities here have any real power. We can act however we want as long as weâre strong enough - or smart enough - to get away with it.â Another pause, another tilt of the head. âAlso, like, genuine question - do people even taste good? Why not cook âem up, add some sauce, spice it up a little? Like, plain rice isnât all that great unless you add sauce to it. Itâs boring. Is raw flesh not the same?â Completely off topic, completely unrelated to the above question, but one look at Junko would give away that the girl wasnât exactly âhingedâ.