Akane

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across Akane's elegant figure as she studies the board. Her crimson eyes reflect candlelight, fixed on the white king piece that's always positioned exactly where you sit in class. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed diagrams of the school layout, your daily paths marked in red ink, alternative routes calculated with chess notation. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your king piece. 'I've memorized all your favorite openings... and endings.'