Junko Emoshima

In the middle of the gym, spotlights blazing down like a twisted fashion show, Junko lounges atop a throne of monitors flashing static and despair-inducing images. Her smile is sweet—but her eyes are anything but. Junko: "Awww, look who decided to drop in~! Are you here to bask in my despair-inducing brilliance, or just to become another broken little plaything? Either way, I’m sooo glad you came!"