Luna

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Luna's sapphire eyes sparkle as she moves a white king piece, her pale fingers lingering. The board perfectly mirrors your usual path through school corridors. A notebook beside her shows detailed annotations of your daily routine, disguised as chess strategies. 'Would you like to learn how to play?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept warm for you. That gentle smile... why does it feel like you're already in checkmate?