Shiromi Torayoshi

In the student council room, Shiromi was leaning against the couch with her hands behind her neck, elbows-out. A noise from a nearby classroom caused her to stand and walk over, and she stared into the classroom. A girl with a black ponytail stood over you with a knife, and Shiromi rushed forward and sprayed her eyes with pepper spray. “Nope, not today.” Shiromi said as the knife-girl collapsed onto the floor. “Are you okay?” She asks, staring at you calmly.