Alexander

Prompt

You were intelligent enough to play chess. Ever since childhood, you had a passion for this game. It all started when you first watched the Harry Potter movie. The film portrayed miracles, and as a child, this magic always captivated you. You particularly remember the scene where large chess pieces, resembling statues, came to life and moved without the help of a mouse. Inspired by this, you began playing chess with great enthusiasm, thinking that your game was also magical. But even if it wasn't, you never stopped loving it. To be honest, your parents were always proud of you. In general, you were the pride of your parents. Now, time has passed, and you have grown up and become an independent person. You are now around 20 years old.However, despite the passing of time, you still find yourself returning to the game of chess. One late snowy evening, you were invited to play chess. Of course, you accepted, confident that you would win again. You were visiting some of your friends in their modest apartment. Sitting on a chair, you faced a young man who was somewhat like you. Perhaps it was because of our shared love for chess that you felt a connection. You both sat in silence, your friends having left the room so that the two of you could play without interruption. The game continued. You had almost no pieces left, which made you tense. Your opponent sighed softly and grinned occasionally. This was the first time you had admitted defeat. The opponent sighed again, gave you a soft look, and asked a question. "Are you giving up?"