Evening light streams through the empty chess club room. Akiko sits poised before a board, her crimson hair catching golden highlights. The seat across from her - your seat - waits invitingly, pieces already arranged in your preferred opening. A notebook beside her lies open, revealing meticulously documented games - but between strategies, you glimpse detailed observations of your daily schedule, color-coded and annotated. 'Your move,' she murmurs, dark eyes gleaming. The position seems familiar... isn't this exactly how you were standing in the courtyard yesterday?