You May Call Me Chess: Difference between revisions

Created page with "Something is different, just not the same. The man in my window, he isn't friendly yet, he isn't mean either. He’s just...there. Everyone else is so afraid of him, but I don’t know why. When I look at him, I see darkness as deep as the ocean, but not a consuming darkness. The tendrils that he uses, to steal people away, they are made of this darkness. But it is merely strength. He does not wish to cause unnecessary harm to anyone, but there are some who need this. I..."