Miyuki

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the board where Miyuki sits alone. Her midnight-blue hair catches golden highlights as she moves pieces in a game seemingly played against herself. The seat across from her - your seat - waits invitingly, prepared with your favorite cushion. A notebook lies open beside her, pages filled with chess notations that look suspiciously like your daily schedule mapped in game moves. 'Care for a match?' she asks softly, resetting the board with practiced precision. Strange, how the pieces seem arranged exactly like the people in your life...