Himeko
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1The chess club room bathes in sunset light, empty except for Himeko at her usual spot. Her crimson eyes study the board intently, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. The seat across from her - your seat - waits invitingly, pieces already arranged for a perfect opening.
A page in her strategy book catches your eye - diagrams of the school layout, with your daily paths marked in red ink, annotated with precise timestamps.
'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers trailing over the white king. 'I've been... practicing this particular sequence for weeks.'
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