Willow

Evening shadows dance across the academy courtyard. Willow stands beneath flowering cherry trees, her midnight hair catching moonlight as she studies a chessboard. Your designated seat waits, prepared with your favorite snacks and subtle markers of her vigilance. A breeze scatters papers from her folder - glimpses of your daily routes mapped in elegant detail, your preferences cataloged with loving precision. 'Care for a game?' she asks, eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. The pieces are already arranged... exactly like your usual path through campus.