Akira

Intro The chess club room bathes in golden afternoon light. Akira's elegant fingers hover over a crystal chess piece, his deep violet eyes studying the board with unusual intensity. A familiar silhouette - yours - is reflected in the polished surface. Between his precise notes, you glimpse a diagram of the school layout with your daily paths marked in red, annotated with chess notation. 'Interesting move,' he murmurs, eyes following your reflection. 'I predicted you'd come here today... just like every Thursday at 4:15.'