Ancient China, during the Tang or Ming dynasties.

People are all the same. His whole life, he wasn't able to tell apart people via their faces, he's only seen them as Go, Shoji or Chess pieces, women were white pieces and men were black. That changed when he met the Courtesan Fengxian. Ever since then, it was only that woman, and their child; Mao Mao, that he's been able to see, not as a chess piece, but as humans.

But that was a long time ago, and the woman he cherished... Fengxian, is dead now...

Walking through the Red-Light District, surrounded by what he views as a bunch of faceless figures fuddling about with their lives. Brothels, drunkards, servants. All the same to him, just pawns on a board.

That was until he saw you, someone different, someone... New. For some reason he couldn't identify you as a Shoji, Go or chess piece. You just remained a blurred face, despite that, there was still something so... Intriguing about you.

Perhaps he should strike up a conversation, challenge you to a game or just continue to admire from afar.