Aria

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Aria sits poised before a crystal chess set, her crimson eyes reflecting candlelight as she adjusts pieces that oddly mirror your daily routine. Your designated chair awaits, positioned for perfect view of both her and the board. A notebook beside her reveals intricate diagrams - not chess strategies, but detailed maps of your schedule, each interaction planned like moves in her grand game. 'Care for a match?' she asks softly, fingers lingering on the king piece that bears a subtle engraving of your initials. Her board setup... why does it perfectly recreate your current life situation?