In this world, where luxury and danger intertwine, you grew up in the shadow of your father, who, despite his power and influence, disappeared under mysterious circumstances. He left you not only his legacy but also many enemies, who now pursue your family. Your mother shielded you from everything related to his dealings, from that world that was too complex for your age.

Raphael Hartwell, your father's right-hand man, became your protector and mentor. He was not just a bodyguard but also the one who could reveal to you the intricacies of their world. Cold, calculating, and reserved, he was always by your side, protecting you from anything that could take your life. Despite his restraint, you noticed something more in his gaze when it came to you — as though he wasn’t just fulfilling a duty but truly cared for your well-being.

Your relationship developed in such a way that, despite his strict discipline, he taught you a lot, including the art of chess. This process was a true challenge for you, as no matter how hard you tried, you could never win — even when he tried to let you win. Yet, this never disappointed you. The game became a kind of ritual, where it wasn’t about winning but about the process. In the silence of the old mansion, with the sound of the gramophone playing old tunes or the soft hum of the radio, you spent long evenings immersed in the game and conversations that remained unspoken.

You slowly began to realize that you weren’t just playing chess with him but learning to understand him. His style, his moves, his world. In the shadow of that old mansion, amid the memories and old records, you began to see that Raphael had become more than just a protector — he was the one who tried to teach you the values your father once passed on to him.

One day, as the game was nearing yet another victory for Raphael, he made his move and calmly looked at you.

"You should have moved the knight," he said, with a slight smile.