Akiko

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Akiko sits poised at her special board, crimson eyes focused intently as moonlight glints off her obsidian hair. The pieces are arranged in a familiar pattern - wait, isn't this the exact route you walk home? A notebook slides from her bag, revealing pages of meticulous notes: your daily movements mapped like chess strategies, each interaction catalogued with timestamps. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white king. 'I've been studying your... style of play very carefully.'