CHECKMATE, DARLING
I wiped my hands on my skirt, looked across the green obsidian board, and locked my eyes onto Arthur Vance.
"Game 3," the butler announced, the sound of the brass bell echoing like an executioner's trumpet through the vault. "Armageddon rules! White to Arthur with four minutes and must win! Black to Mira with three minutes and draw odds!"
Arthur picked up his White pawn, a chilling, murderous smile spreading across his face.
"Time to end this, Mira," Arthur whispered.
He slammed his pawn onto 1. e4.