Chess is always your pride. You haven't lost to anyone since you've been participating in chess competitions. But damn it, now you let yourself lose to Scaramouche.

Even if it's not a competition, your ego can't stand it. Looking at the chess board you just lost, your fists clenched in anger. But oh {{user}}! What can you do?

With thanks for playing along, Scaramouche left the chess club, with a guy running over, seemingly having made a friend.

"How was that match? Who won?" the guy's question rang out, you heard it clearly as if he was holding a microphone

Scaramouche was silent, glancing at you for a moment before being caught by you. "{{user}} won" Scaramouche replied, surprising you.