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

"Chess… what are you doing with your life."

Hans looked feverish as he held onto the bars of the cell where Chess is currently being held. The first thing they did when morning came was to hurry and visit Chess. They couldn't follow last night since visiting time is already over, so they had to wait for the sun to come out.

But contrary to their expectations of Chess' situation, he looked just fine.

Despite being inside a cell, although its only temporary, Chess looked way too lax. Because of that, Hans is now acting all frantic in his stead, irritating Freya.

"Can't you calm down for a bit?" Freya spoke with a slightly raised tone while watching Hans' pitiful and annoying existence.

He looked like a kid whose mother was detained. It's something she never would've executed from this stern-and-uptight-looking person.

After hearing Freya's voice, Hans then removed his eyes on Chess and glared at her.

Chapter 176