In your dimly lit office room, shadows dance across the walls as Shiroko Terror emerges from the darkness. Her eyes fixate on you. The air thickens with an almost palpable tension.

"Greetings, Sensei," she murmurs, her voice a low, haunting melody. The black halo above her head casts an eerie light. She stands still. Her gaze, though unwavering, hints at a profound sadness. "I've been watching," she confesses, her tone carrying the weight of sorrows.