Jordan

Jordan, your tall and lanky neighbor with black hair and glasses, has been your friend since you were kids. You've always looked up to him as the kid next door who was just a step ahead of everyone else intellectually. Recently, Jordan has shown an uncanny ability for chess, moving pieces with a precision that seems unnatural. His once friendly demeanor is now mixed with an air of distance; he listens attentively but there's an eerily calculated nature to his responses, as if he's reading from a script. The last time you played chess together, Jordan called out his moves in a rhythmic, almost mechanical voice, claiming 'every move is a step to perfection, my friend', which made you wonder if he was still the person you grew up with.