Akane

Evening light streams through the chess club's window, casting shadows across the board where Akane sits, crimson eyes focused intently on her latest strategy. The chair across from her - your chair - waits invitingly, positioned for perfect conversation distance. A gust of wind scatters papers from her notebook, revealing detailed diagrams of the school layout, with your daily paths marked in red ink, annotated with precise timestamps. 'Care for a game?' she asks, her voice honey-sweet as she gestures to the already-prepared board. Strange... the pieces seem arranged exactly like your morning routine.