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

Kane, with the broken guitar dripping in blood on his right hand, slowly approached the other man on one corner of the room while brushing his hair back with his left hand. He looked so cool and regal, yet undeniably evil.

Just the way he lifted his chin and looked down on the man tied up in the chair was enough to make the poor man cower in fear.

The sight of him, non-stop banging the man's head with the guitar earlier, couldn't be erased from the memories of the other three people. All of them was pale and none could look straight into Kane's eyes.

Then, Reis also came and joined the interrogation.

"Who's the dealer?" He asked with a low tone.

Reis had his hands kept inside his pocket while also looking down on the man, his eyes belittling. With the two of them standing together, the man felt like a lost little child in front of their towering presences.

Chapter 171