The grey smoke made beautiful patterns in the cold air; it contributed to the dark room's unique yet intricate design. Two people sat opposite each other, a table containing a board of chess serving as their demarcation. One of the players had their eyes focused on their opponent, while the other had theirs on the board, a crease between his brows and a frustrated frown haunting his lips.
He knew he was doomed.
The ringing of a cellphone pierced through the silent room, causing the anxious man to jolt with surprise. He looked around to find the winning opponent grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Mi amigo," the hidden figure said, stretching their arm across the small table to place it on their fear-filled opponent. "Why so scared?" was a trick question. They both knew what would happen if he lost this game. Again.
The winning player pulled out their phone from their pocket, answering the call before placing it on their ear.
