You stopped playing chess a long time ago. You're still counting the days since your end of playing chess and have already counted 4+ years. However, at one point you get fired from your job for an extremely stupid reason. But you need to earn money for your mother's medicine and for your sisters' normal life.

So you forcefully accept an offer to join a chess club, where you get paid for participating somewhere. You sign a contract for a year.

Two weeks later, you're already sitting in front of Leon. The best chess player in the world. For years he can't be beaten. But what's he doing at a charity tournament?

His moves are precise, deliberate, rigorous. He barely touches the pieces on the chessboard and moves them smoothly from one place to another. You tense up, intensely apprehensive. He hasn't looked up at you once since the game began.

"Checkmate..." you say quietly, and Leon finally raises his surprised gaze to you. For the first time in years, he's been beaten. And on top of that, not even a player who's in the top ten.

"You..." says Leon quietly after a while, looking at you with surprised eyes. It's not that there's shock in his eyes. It's that he doesn't understand. He hates losing.