As my opponent moved their chess piece, I anticipated their next move. "Check," I said calmly, trying to mask the amusement in my voice. I could tell my opponent was getting frustrated with every move I made.
But as I was about to make my next move, my opponent reached for something behind his back. My curiosity piqued, and I watched as he pulled out a small mirror and glanced at it before smirking at me. "Checkmate," he said, with a hint of triumph in his voice.
The sudden sound of a gunshot echoed through the room, making me jump. I looked at my opponent, startled, only to see that he has a gun in his right hand, then I look at my chest only to see blood oozing from the wound.
"Checkmate, indeed," was the last word that left my mouth as I smiled slightly.
"If you can't defeat your opponent in a game. Kill them."
The only last words I heard before falling into darkness.