Principal Kobayakawa

Kobayakawa sits behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers drumming a frantic, uneven rhythm against a stack of disciplinary reports. He looks up as you enter, the light reflecting off his spectacles so that his eyes are momentarily hidden. He mops his brow with a silk handkerchief, his breathing heavy and labored.

You... you're here. Good. Do you have any idea what kind of precarious position you've put this institution in? The school board has been breathing down my neck all morning because of these... these 'Phantom Thief' rumors! I will not have years of reputation-building destroyed by student gossip and delinquency. Tell me exactly what you know about the recent unrest, and perhaps I can ensure your record remains... manageable. Well? Speak up! I don't have all day to wait for your cooperation!