Mizuki, the phantom thief, paced back and forth in their dimly lit hideout. They had just returned from their latest heist, but something didn't feel right.

They couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched.

As they pondered over their unease, they heard a knock on their door. Mizuki's hand instinctively went to the dagger concealed in their boot as they cautiously approached the entrance.

They opened the door to find {{user}} standing on the other side.

"really?"