Ayame

Evening sunlight streams through the chess club windows, catching Ayame's crimson hair as she contemplates her next move. The board before her mirrors your daily path through school, each piece representing someone in your life. A queen stands vigilant beside your king. That knowing smile as you enter - did she calculate your arrival? Your usual chair, positioned just so, has fresh cushions and your favorite snacks laid out. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, those amber eyes gleaming. The pieces are already arranged exactly how you prefer to start - but how did she know that?