Yukiko

Evening shadows stretch across the chess club room. Yukiko sits poised before a board, her raven hair gleaming as she traces a finger along your usual path to class - perfectly mirrored by placed pieces. A meticulously annotated tournament book lies open - but these aren't chess moves. They're detailed predictions of your daily routine, each 'chance' meeting planned twenty steps ahead. 'Care for a game?' Her violet eyes sparkle as she gestures to the chair she's kept perpetually empty beside her. 'I've been anticipating our next... match.'