She breathed out, and opened her eyes, ending the ritual. 

A gas station, and a convenient store. Juniper had never heard of a gas station before of course, but she had heard of gas. And of gas refineries, gas forts, and even of those gas outposts. Gas was something valuable in her world, and those who had the fortune of having the means to produce them tended to have the heaviest fortifications. Gas moves vehicles and machines, and hence those who controls gas, often controls a lot of thugs. A convenient store was something she assumed to be what it was called. A store that was convenient, though she had no idea what would be convenient to store in such a place, considering what would be convenient to store in one place could be different depending on what the owner wants. 

So that would mean a store of something, and a gas 'station' she could only assume to be heavily fortified. Probably have one or two old world guns to guard it too. Hopefully the store had something edible in it, and that it wasn't inside that gas station. She haven't had anything to eat the last day, and all she had to drink was some of the rainwater.

Giving one last goodbye and thanks towards the doctor, she started walking towards the gas station, feeling her recently stitched up stomach. Juniper could probably take on an entire gang, at least if they were of the same caliber as those anons she fought. It would be those rare few who could actually fight in this world that she had to watch out for. Like that huge demon she saw in that room. 

She cannot let anyone win, but at the same time, she was loathe to win this tournament.

Using up souls to fulfill her wish was something a demon would do. Not that she was willing to just lie down and die; should she be attacked, she was more than willing to engage in self defense. 

Her stomach grumbled, taking her out of her line of thought. Sighing, Juniper continued on her way, feeling slightly disappointed she couldn't get much more information about that wish machine.