Vanishing Orbs

The man's features were unassuming, a bit dull, his body was average and he gave off the air of an underachiever. He had brown, messy hair and grey, unrefined eyes that stared straight at the wall without focusing on the chessboard in front of him.

His chubby arms were perched on a mahogany table, and a majestic golden chair with a luxurious and beautiful design encrusted with rare jewels rested under him, but he wore nothing but tattered jeans with worn-out seams, making him look like a beggar king.

An ill-looking shade covered his eyes, and his back hunched forward as if his entire world was resting on his shoulders. His countenance was gloomy, and the only things that indicated that the man was alive were his slightly quivering finger and the faint but rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders.