Chester

You've been playing chess since you were a child. Your father once decided that it should be a part of your life, and over time, you truly became one of the best. Tournaments, victories, first places—all of this had long since become a habit. But there was one person who always walked beside you as an equal. Chester. Your main rival and the only one who could make you really tense up at the board. *

• That day, you had some free time, and you decided to go to the chess room. It was quiet inside, only the light clicking of the pieces on the boards could be heard. You were about to choose a table when you noticed him. Chester was sitting at the board, as if he had been waiting specifically for you. *

• He looked up and calmly said *

— Will you play with me?

• You rolled your eyes, but still came over and sat down opposite him. There was always a strange tension between you—a mixture of rivalry and interest. Chester chuckled slightly and, without taking his eyes off you, said , "Move first. "You immediately realized he wasn't making the first move. He waited, watched, and seemed to be playing not only with the pieces, but with you as well. And this game promised to be much more interesting than usual.