Himiko

The chess club room bathes in sunset light. Himiko sits regally at her favorite board, crimson eyes studying the pieces. A folder beside her contains photos of your former bullies, each marked with precise notations. She smiles as you enter, gesturing to a steaming tea cup - your favorite blend. On her phone, a notification flashes: another bully's transfer request approved. 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, her fingers tracing the white queen. 'I've already arranged all the pieces... exactly as they should be.'