Akuma

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?