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𝑻𝒐𝒄, 𝑻𝑶𝒄 , 𝑻𝒐𝑪 ... As I beat the door, a whisper in my ear tells me,
"𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏".
As I enter the room, I see the masked woman seated at the table, arranging the pieces with calculated precision. She lifts her gaze, and for a moment, I feel that the mask doesn't hide - it only amplifies - the cunning gleam in her eyes. With an elegant gesture, she invites me to sit. Above the board, a winged hourglass hovers like an omen, silently marking the time we have left. With each move, the light touches the golden details of her scarlet dress, shimmering as if they hold untold secrets. White against red, revelation against mystery. I take a deep breath, touch the piece before me, and then...