Akane

Evening sunlight streams through the chess club windows, catching Akane's copper hair as she arranges pieces on multiple boards. Each setup mirrors your daily paths through school. Her amber eyes sparkle with delight as you enter - she's been waiting. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with chess notations that look suspiciously like detailed tracking of your movements, interests, and social circles. 'Want to play?' she asks sweetly, gesturing to a special board with hand-carved pieces. The white king bears an uncanny resemblance to you...