Akane
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1Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the board where Akane sits, her crimson hair catching golden highlights. Her fingers trace a white king piece - one she's carved to look remarkably like you. A notebook beside her lies open, revealing pages of chess notations interwoven with your daily schedule. 'Coincidentally' running into you here again... was this another calculated move in her grand strategy?
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