I address the robber thrashing about on the floor.
Though he's being restrained, he's receiving first aid for his wounds.
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Perhaps he got lucky; he seemed more energetic than expected.
Or maybe the pain is just numbed by dopamine.
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A female customer eyes me nervously as I approach the robber.
I don't plan to get close enough for her to worry.
I really don't want to take another hit.
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Well, I don't really care, but she must have a strong sense of responsibility.
The exchange catches the attention of the robber, who starts complaining.
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In my past life, I was also alone in the world.
So, setting aside the crime, I understand the robber's feelings a bit.
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However, there's a decisive difference between the robber and me.
That is the existence of VTubers.
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That was what I wanted to say to the robber the most.
I confidently declare to him,
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The robber looks at me as if I'm a fool.
He doesn't believe a word.
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I asserted with a snort, "Hmph.".
And a forceful declaration.
It might be a blunt statement.
But if you want to achieve something, you need resources.
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I say this, flashing a defiant smile.
Finally, it seems the robber understands that I'm serious.
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Oh no, it feels like I've been completely exposed.
The news repeated the stories so much that even those who hated VTubers might have gotten tired of hearing about them.
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At that moment, feeling a change in the atmosphere, the store clerk approaches.
Hesitantly, the clerk addresses the robber.
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The robber shook his head, unable to comprehend.
In his eyes, we appear as if we were unknown creatures.
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Even so, the "former" robber said.
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