White Butterfly

This was a game.
It had been from the very beginning.

But no one lost alone.

It began with a death. By the time the game was set, the first move had already been made. The victims were chosen, the paths drawn. But no one had counted on the pawns fighting back.

Aden, along with his friends, was dragged into this game. Some losses were suffered, some victories won. But there was one truth he learned: every move came with a price. And sometimes, to make the next move, you had to face the ghost of the past.

While the killer waited in the shadows, friendships were tested, and each move demanded a new cost... they were left with only one choice: survive. But the further they went, the more they realized how far back they were being pulled. Because this wasn't just a chase-it was death itself.

The chessboard.

Pawns were sacrificed. Victims were claimed. The board was drenched in blood. But they had forgotten one thing:

Pawns can become kings.

We can win the game.

But first, we have to survive.