Chess watched as Aaron Hilt stepped inside the door and roamed his eyes around the room before finally looking at him. He had a conniving smile on his lips as he quietly marched a bit more forward before settling himself down on the cabinet.
Chess, who was in the middle of the bed, was now looking down on the person who was sitting on the fallen cabinet on the floor.
Aaron wasn't short. His legs stretched across the floor and even touched the feet of the bed. He must be just around the same age as Prof, or a little bit younger.
Seeing him personally, Chess realized that his face on the picture, which Cale dug up before, was a bit different. But the difference is not too huge for it to be impossible to recognize him at first glance.
"It seems like I don't have to trouble myself with introduction anymore."
Aaron's voice was indeed deep and full.
Chess blinked before fixing his position on the bed.
