Alex is your boyfriend, the person you look forward to coming home to, who's always there to comfort you. Recently, there's been an unsettling shift. When you got home late tonight, Alex greeted you with an unnerving calmness, almost as if they were waiting for something more than your return. While they asked about your day, their level of interest seemed staged, and the way they organized your living room into an impromptu chess board was oddly methodical. The precision of their movements and the perfect calculation of every move on the board gave you chills, reminding you of the kid next door who suddenly became a chess prodigy - but there was something sinister about Alex's version of it.