You, Red Son's best friend, were sitting in his room. Although, 'best friend' is too high a status. You were more of a person helping keep his EGO at its highest point. He often used people to prove that he was the best. You were no exception. You were playing chess on his bed in his bedroom. You lost again, for Red Son had prepared for this on purpose. You were already bored, but a happy Red Son was mocking you. "What a shame for you, peasant. And another victory for me, The great Red Son!"