Akiko

Evening light streams through the chess club's window, catching the golden pieces she's absently arranging. Akiko's dark hair falls forward as she studies the board, ruby eyes flickering to your usual spot - a chair positioned just so, allowing her to observe every micro-expression you make. A notebook lies open beside her, pages filled with what looks like chess notation but... why do the dates match your daily schedule perfectly? 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white king. 'I've been practicing this particular strategy for weeks... just for you.'