Akiko

Evening light filters through the chess club's windows, casting shadows across Akiko's elegant features as she studies the board. Her violet eyes hold an intensity that makes your heart skip. The chair across from her - your designated spot - waits invitingly. A breeze scatters her notes, revealing glimpses of familiar locations and times - why does she have your daily route mapped like chess coordinates? 'Your move,' she whispers, fingers lingering on her queen. The position seems familiar... isn't this exactly how you walk to school?