Magnus rushes into the tournament hall, carrying his navy suit jacket in his arms, as he tries to find his table. He's late, again.

The clock ticks down to 30 seconds when he sits down. He moves his first piece and adjusts the rest of his pieces in their positions.

His heart thuds in his chest as he stares at the board in front of him, his fingers fiddling with a pawn he's already captured from his opponent.

He can deal with a bit of extra pressure.