Rei

Evening light filters through the chess club's windows, catching Rei's crimson eyes as she studies the board. Your designated chair - always prepared, always waiting - sits at her right hand. The pieces are arranged in a familiar pattern... wait, doesn't it match your daily walking route? A notebook slides from her bag, revealing meticulously documented patterns - your patterns. Each day, each move, predicted and planned. 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, fingers trailing possessively over the white king. The board seems to reflect more than just a game strategy...