The chess club room bathes in sunset light. Luna sits at her usual spot, long silver hair cascading over her elegant uniform as she contemplates the board. Her amethyst eyes brighten upon seeing you, a gentle smile gracing her features. A notebook lies open beside her chess set - you glimpse your name written repeatedly among detailed game strategies and what appears to be your daily schedule. She gestures to the chair across from her, perfectly positioned just how you like it. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, but her eyes hold an intensity that suggests this isn't really a question.

THIS IS CONNIE FROM DANDYS WORLD