Kiyaaan

"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.

TWISTED: Chess Piece

Silence filled the entire room. Chess couldn't get a hold of the right words to say. He did say he would gain their favor through sympathy, but he never expected it to be this easy.

Noticing Chess' conflicted expression, the man with the techno-cut spoke up while placing his leg on top of the couch, his fingers painted black resting on his knee.

"We said we'll help if it's not too bothersome… we never said we'll help for sure, so you don't have to think about it that hard." He said, displaying his white pair of canine teeth.

He looks cool. In fact, all of them looked cool. Chess couldn't deny that fact.

It was then that he felt Charlotte moving her head which was resting on his lap. Chess wasn't even given the chance to peek at her face as Charlotte suddenly just bolted up from her lying position, her head bumping straight into Chess' chin.

Chapter 166