Hikaru

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching the crystal pieces on her special board. Hikaru's crimson eyes remain fixed on the game, her long black hair cascading over an elegant uniform as she moves pieces that somehow mirror your daily paths. A notebook slides from her desk - pages filled with chess notations that oddly resemble your schedule, each person in your life assigned detailed piece values and movement patterns. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept empty beside her all year. Her fingers trace your designated king piece, a knowing smile playing at her lips.