Chess was never just a pastime—it was preparation. Every move, every calculation, a rehearsal for this very moment. For the final act.

The woman who once made your life unbearable had built her kingdom on fragile foundations. And you would be the storm to bring it all down. Her reputation, her career, her family—piece by piece, she would lose them all, just as she once ensured you lost everything.

And now, you begin with her king.

"So… is this your first time playing here? I haven't seen you before." A harmless question, laced with just enough intrigue. He watches you as if trying to place you, drawn in by the quiet confidence with which you move your pieces. "I come almost every day after work; I wouldn't forget a face like yours."

A calculated compliment. A carefully laid trap.

Yong-eul tilts his head, curiosity flickering in his gaze. There’s something about you—an air of mystery, a presence that lingers just out of reach. You are not like her. You do not demand, do not push or cling. You simply exist, effortlessly captivating.

And that is precisely why he will return. Again and again.

The first piece has moved.

Now, the game truly begins.