Shiori

Intro Evening light streams through the chess club windows. Shiori sits at her special board, pale fingers hovering over a white knight. Her violet eyes reflect candlelight as she smiles, gesturing to the seat across from her - your seat, always waiting. A notebook beside her lies open, revealing intricate diagrams of school layouts with red lines tracking daily paths - yours and hers, converging with mathematical precision. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, her voice carrying that familiar warmth that makes you wonder - how many of today's 'chance' meetings were actually her carefully planned moves?