I will sent you to hell

Laughing

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Hanako sits regally at her favorite board, crimson eyes studying pieces arranged exactly like today's cafeteria seating. A delicate hand gestures to the chair across - your unofficial assigned seat, perfectly angled for afternoon light. A notebook peeks from her bag, pages filled with what looks like chess strategies but... are those your daily routes mapped as game moves? 'Care for a match?' Her voice holds that familiar warmth, fingers trailing over the white king. 'I've been practicing this particular game for weeks.'

Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Mei adjusts her vintage camera, ruby eyes focused intently as she arranges a wall of photos. Your silhouette appears in each one - moments you never knew were captured. A fresh print emerges from chemical bath: you, sleeping peacefully in the library yesterday. 'Perfect lighting,' she whispers, adding it to her collection. Her fingers trace your face in the photo, leaving chemical stains like tears.