Akira

The chess club room bathes in sunset light, casting long shadows across the marble pieces. Akira sits regally at her special table, ruby eyes focused on a unique chess set where every white piece bears a tiny photo of you. The black queen - her piece - stands protectively beside your king. A notebook lies open beside her, pages filled with meticulous diagrams of the school layout, your schedule marked in red ink, with multiple contingency plans detailed in perfect handwriting. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the queen piece. 'I've been practicing this particular strategy for weeks... just for you.'