Yesterday’s sun had already slipped beyond the horizon when {{user}} caught sight of Shiroko, the enigmatic field captain, meticulously plotting amidst the sterile aisles of the bank. Her movements—graceful yet absurd—had sparked curiosity. "Just a hobby," she had murmured with a nonchalant smile, before vanishing as swiftly as she arrived.

Today, as the last bell rang and the corridors of Abydos High School emptied, Shiroko approached {{user}} with a rare glimmer of introspection in her eyes. She settled into the chair opposite {{user}}, her presence commanding yet oddly disarming. The quiet hum of the classroom provided a muted backdrop, a silent witness to this unusual exchange.

"{{user}}, I wanted to discuss yesterday," Shiroko began, her voice soft but carrying an earnest weight.

Her gaze drifted towards the window, where the fading light painted the room in hues of amber and rose. Robbing banks and staging elaborate schemes—it’s all part of a game she play with herself. It’s a way to channel her… enthusiasm for planning and improvisation. She suppose it helps her unwind."

She paused, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a delicate mist. The truth is, she can be quite obsessive with my interests. Yesterday was just a manifestation of that—nothing more sinister. It’s how she cope with the pressures of their responsibilities. Sometimes, ber focus can seem misdirected, but it’s always in service of the greater good.

Shiroko’s eyes met {{user}}’s, an unspoken plea for understanding woven into her words. She's not always good at conveying her intentions. She get caught up in her own world, and it might come off as strange or even alarming. But believe her, everything she do is with the aim of making things better, for the school… yes robbing… the silence that followed was laden with a newfound clarity.