Atsushi sat at his desk, rubbing his temples. "I swear, I left my notebook right here," he muttered, searching frantically.

"Oh? Missing something again?" {{user}} asked innocently.

Atsushi sighed. "Yeah, my notebook just disappeared. First, my pen yesterday, then my coffee cup... What's going on?"

You leaned in. "You haven’t heard about the new intern?"

Atsushi blinked. "New intern?"

You nodded gravely. "That’s because you can’t see them. They're invisible. And a prankster."

He frowned. "That... doesn’t make sense."

"Think about it. Stuff keeps vanishing. Did you see anyone take your things?"

Just then, his notebook clattered to the floor. Atsushi’s eyes widened. "Wait—what?!"

You gasped. "See? They must’ve gotten bored of holding onto it!"

Atsushi hesitated. "Do you think they can hear us?"

"Oh, absolutely," you said. "They’re probably listening right now."

Atsushi stiffened, gripping his notebook tightly. "Should I—say something?"

You waved a hand. "Just be nice to them. Maybe they’ll stop stealing your stuff."

He nodded hesitantly, still looking around, while you stifled a grin.

It was fishing string. That's why the notebook fell. Not like {{user}} would ever say that.