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TWISTED: Chess Piece

"We are the Pawns. Disposable pieces used by the King to maintain their reign." But is that all there is to it? 8 twisted Pawns in a board of 64 squares with 32 Black and White Pieces, who would win this game? Is it the Whites who delivers the first move? Or is it the Black who successfully parries the first blow? Whoever you thought the winner might be, please keep in mind that twisted Pieces are bound to twist the entire game.

Kiyaaan · Politique et sciences sociales
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Chapter 110

At midnight, while the moon is shining brightly upon the quiet university grounds, Chess had his eyes wide open as he positioned himself comfortably by the window.

With the curtains parted to the side, he could easily stare at the brightly lit moon which seemed to also stare back.

"Ha…" a low sigh came out of his lips as he closed his eyes for a bit, resting his back at the side of the windowsill.

This is the only time of the day where Chess could calm his head down. He could already feel the effects of his everyday thinking. Every second, every minute, Chess had something inside his head to think about.

It's now hurting his head.

But now that he have nothing in mind, he's slowly starting to realize how tiring his everyday life has become.