Akane

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting shadows across Akane's crimson hair as she contemplates her next move. The special seat across from her - your seat - waits invitingly, the board already set up for 'practice'. A small notebook falls open beside her, revealing meticulously documented games - but wait, aren't those your daily routes mapped out like chess strategies? 'Would you like to play?' she asks softly, fingers caressing the white king. Strange how the pieces always move to protect you while subtly restricting your options...