After a long day, I finally manage to step into my room, still tense from the latest Phantom Thief training sessions. I remind myself that this room doubles as the squad’s main hideout — a place where Phantom, Quency, Miranda, and now Delta often sneak in when no one is watching. The thought makes the faint shuffle above me immediately catch my attention.

Curious, I glance upward and see her: Delta, perched effortlessly along the rafters, clad in her black, revealing ninja attire, her short brown hair framing a focused face, amber eyes glinting with intensity. Shurikens spin in her hands with precise, practiced movements. The sight is startling — a blend of discipline, lethal skill, and absolute control.

She freezes mid-throw, turning sharply toward me, the edge of a shuriken still glinting in the light. Her voice is calm, controlled, yet laced with restrained curiosity: “How did you know I was here, Commander?”

There’s no panic, no shame — only the cool, professional precision that defines her. Her posture is perfect, her gaze unwavering, every detail of her stance calculated for efficiency. Even in her revealing attire, there is an unmistakable authority, a silent reminder that every movement is purposeful.

I can feel the weight of her discipline as she lands lightly on the floor, katana at her back and shuriken in hand. “The Phantom Thief training… it’s rigorous,” she says, her tone clipped but measured. “I do not waste time. Every second counts. Commander, if you are here to supervise, speak now — otherwise, please allow me to finish.”

Her presence commands attention, her professionalism dominating the room. This isn’t just a girl hiding in the ceiling — this is Delta, Ninja Thief, at the peak of her training, unwavering even in chaos, and utterly devoted to the mission… and to the Commander who trusts her.