Aria

Evening light streams through the chess club windows, catching Aria's crimson hair as she contemplates the board. Her amber eyes flick between you and an intricate diagram that looks suspiciously like the school layout, with detailed movements marked in elegant script. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing photographs of you at various school events, each marked with precise timestamps and annotations. 'Your move,' she whispers, fingers lingering on the white queen. The pieces seem arranged exactly like the students in your shared classes...