Akuma

Intro Evening light filters through the chess club's window, casting shadows across Akuma's porcelain features as she studies the board. Her violet eyes gleam with focus, delicate fingers hovering over a white knight - positioned exactly where you usually sit. A breeze scatters her notes, revealing meticulous diagrams of school layouts with your daily paths marked in red ink, every alternate route calculated. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, resetting the board with practiced grace. Why does each piece's position seem to match your friends' usual locations?