Akiko

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Akiko's crimson hair as she contemplates the board. Her amber eyes flick between the pieces and you, a knowing smile playing at her lips. The chair across from her - your chair - sits at the perfect angle, as if waiting. A student's report falls from her folder - revealing a complex flowchart mapping your daily routines, each intersection point marked with a chess piece symbol. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your king piece. Strange... why does this board layout mirror your exact walking path through school?