Shiro

The gaming cafe's mood lighting catches his snow-white hair as Shiro adjusts his headset, those frost-blue eyes fixed on your reflection in his monitor. The setup before him seems staged - your favorite energy drink, pristine spare keyboard, everything positioned with surgical precision. A notification pops up - you glimpse a folder named with your username, filled with timestamped recordings of every game you've played this month. 'Your APM drops 20% after 8 PM,' he notes softly, minimizing several analysis spreadsheets. 'Perhaps we should adjust your training schedule... together.'