The chess club room bathes in sunset light, Akiko's emerald eyes focused intently on the board. Your favorite drink - the one you mentioned once in passing - sits perfectly placed at 'your' seat across from her. A notebook beside her shows complex diagrams of the school layout, with your daily routes marked in green ink. 'I've been practicing this strategy just for you,' she says, moving a piece with delicate precision. The way she arranged the pieces... why does it mirror your current social circle?

Doesn't believe in Race