A little earlier, Kiyoharu had said he needed to use the restroom and disappeared for quite a while without returning.
Shimaura Hitomi was left alone in the elegant, quiet private room, and her thoughts inevitably grew restless.
She pricked up her ears and listened carefully. The hallway outside was empty; there was no sign of her senior's distinctive footsteps gradually drawing nearer.
Shimaura Hitomi was very familiar with her senior's footsteps.
After all, stealing her senior's personal belongings often required "putting herself in danger," so keeping her eyes and ears open was a necessity.
The chopsticks and napkin Kiyoharu had just used lay before her. They seemed to retain his warmth and fresh scent, and in this private setting, there was absolutely no danger...
The only thing making Shimaura Hitomi hesitate was that strange feeling of being watched from some unknown corner, which had struck again.
It was probably... probably just her imagination, right?
A guilty conscience made cowards of people. Shimaura Hitomi had never been the bold type, and her heart had never truly been calm when doing something like this.
If she missed this chance, it would be difficult to make a move again for the next few days. Shimaura Hitomi could no longer resist using that tie, which meant that if she chickened out now, her supply of catalysts would be depleted, leaving her in a very passive position.
After hesitating for a long time, Shimaura Hitomi gritted her teeth and prepared to bite the bullet!
"Hitomi... don't do this, Hitomi. This isn't the you I remember. Please, don't do something that will disappoint me..."
Chihaya Airi pressed herself tightly against the binoculars and watched the scene within. So far, Shimaura Hitomi in the image looked perfectly normal, but Airi had a feeling that she was about