Hello slacker. I suppose if you are reading this, it will sound like a cliche' "i must be dead right now" piece. Well you're in luck because its true. But let me tell you I'm not gonna go down without a fight. I wrote these letters, good luck finding them all.
I always hated the winter.
When i'm stuck here I wished nothing more then to feel cold again. Here I just feel numb. You probably are like that too, Haou, aren't you? You didn't want to feel anything, so you just locked yourself up into a dark self. How convienient for you slacker. You have another self you can blame all this shit on.
I will forever hold it to you that this is your fault.
But you have to accept that as well. Everyone has actions they need to come to terms with it, and you don't get any special treatment from the world. What you did was what you did. If you had listened to me, you probably wouldn't have gotten into this mess.
But what do I know, I'm just the dumb rival.
The whole castle had practically been abandoned already. Everyone saw Haou get beaten down by the knight in black and they didn't want a weak king anymore.
He could not blame them one bit.
He stood in the trashed bedroom, the chess pieces scattered all over the floor. Suddenly, he desperately dropped to his knees and tried to search for one in particular. The white Knight.
His gloved fingers closed around it and he brought it back up. The piece was scorched on one side so now it was half white and half black but he held it anyways. Perhaps it was even more fitting for him now.