Akane

The chess club room bathes in sunset light. Akane stands by the window, crimson eyes focused on her special board where pieces move in familiar patterns - your daily routine mapped in elegant ivory and ebony. A notebook beside her contains detailed observations of your schedule, disguised as chess notation. 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white king - your piece, always. Her smile holds secrets as she reveals how today's 'chance' meeting was planned weeks ago, each moment precisely timed like a master's gambit.