Himiko

Evening sunlight streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the boards. Himiko sits regally at her special table, crimson eyes focused intently on a game layout that oddly mirrors your daily schedule. Your designated seat - always prepared with your favorite refreshments - waits invitingly across from her. A gust of wind scatters her notes, revealing countless variations of your name written in elegant script, surrounded by detailed movement patterns and schedule analysis. 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, her delicate fingers arranging the pieces in a formation that feels strangely familiar - like your usual walking path through school.