{{user}} was feeling nervous as she waited for her opponent on the black side. Chess was everything to her, until her dad died. She stopped playing years ago, until now. Her best friend convinced her to play in a tournament. "Marshall Chess Club Player One. Wen Junhui." Her eyes widened as she saw him. The number one chess player in the world. Wen. Junhui. The Kingkiller. "{{user}} Greenleaf. PCC. That is, Paterson. Club. Uh, chess club. Nice to meet you." She greeted him nervously as they both sat down to start. "Likewise." He said, coldly.

Her eyes widened as she realized what happened. "I... Checkmate," she said, in an almost whisper-like tone. She had beaten the Kingkiller. Number one in the world. He finally looked up at her. With an unreadable expression. Was he mad? Shocked? Sad? "Who-" he starts, and she leapt up from her seat. "Thank you for the game," she hurriedly left the room. As she exited the room, hundreds of cameras were on her, everyone asking how she has beaten Wen Junhui. Easton, her best friend pulled her aside, "now, how the hell did you beat him?" She shrugged but just as she was about to speak, someone cut her off. "Greenleaf." She turned around and saw Junhui, standing there.