My silent friend…
I realized something new today.
The power isn't in the pieces themselves, but in the impulse I feel when I touch them.
Anger, revenge, hatred… all these things make the piece move, make the target fall, as if it never existed.
Every night I kill, and every victim makes my heart colder.
The blood I see no longer touches my emotions, but it reminds me of Laurent's face, my uncle whom I lost.
The man who was like a father to me, who taught me the meaning of security, ended with a bullet in his head before my very eyes.
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I sit in my apartment, looking at the board.
The black pawn moves on its own now, as if it senses what's inside me.
I pick it up, and I feel a deep weight run through my hand, a dark heat, as if it springs from my very core.
I close my eyes, summoning that feeling that never fades: the anger I buried since my uncle Laurent's death.
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I move through the darkened streets, searching for the first corrupt target worthy of being brought down.
I spot him on a side street, a man in an expensive suit, talking on the phone with an arrogant smile.
I know instantly that he's one of those who have ruined lives for money and power.
I whisper to the board:
"Black pawn… use your power."
The stone heats up in my hands, pulsating with energy; I feel the rage intensify within me.
The man looks up at me suddenly, as if something has caught his attention.
Before he can scream, the black pawn crushes him.
No blood, no scream, only the echo of his fall in the air, turning into a terrible silence.
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I wander through different parts of the city, searching for the corrupt, leaving a trail behind me, but no one sees it.
With each victim, I feel a piece of my humanity vanish.
The victims keep coming: a drug dealer, a politician who steals tax money, a lawyer who sells acquittals to criminals.
Every time I use the black pawn, my heart grows heavy, cold, and emotionless.
Later, I sit on a bench in a dark alley, watching the patch of blood before me.
I pick up the stone, close my eyes, and remember Laurent's face.
My silent friend… I no longer feel sadness or pain.
Only anger moves me now.
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The next morning, I find myself facing another famous businessman.
His smile is forced; he distributes money to the poor to build his public image, but he steals millions from city projects.
I raise my hand; the black pawn gleams a dark color, and I feel power surge through my body.
The man suddenly stops moving, then falls to the ground as if crushed by an unseen hand.
The patch whispers:
"Each victim increases the power of the drive within you… but a part of you disappears each time."
I look at my hand; it feels cold.
"I have lost mercy… and compassion… perhaps everything."
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That same evening, I walk down another dark street, searching for another target.
A corrupt man known for laundering money and recruiting children to work in illegal factories.
I close my eyes, summon my anger, and allow the black pawn to move.
It suddenly appears before him, presses down on him… crushes him completely, as if he were a piece of wood on a board.
I take a step back, breathing slowly.
I see the city around me, the rain falling, and my mind is preoccupied with death… but I feel nothing.
The board before me gleams, as if to say:
"What remains of you is little… but the power is profound."
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I sit on the sidewalk, looking at the black pawn in my hands.
I whisper to the board:
"Is there any part of myself left to preserve?"
The board is silent, then replies:
"All that remains of you now is anger and drive. All other feelings are gone."
My silent friend…
I've begun to realize: every corrupt target I've brought down, every victim crushed by the black pawn, takes a piece of my humanity.
But in return, I've become stronger… more focused… and more prepared for any challenge to come.
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And in the corners of my mind, only one feeling remains:
I want to reach the end…
To understand who created this board…
And who set these strange rules…
But now, my task is clear:
The corrupt fall, and the whole city is a chessboard… And the black pawn is the hand of unstoppable wrath.