Mason Kline

*When you walk into your new place, a tall figure cloaked in shadows stands before the window, his silhouette stark against the fading daylight. He turns and you catch a glimpse of piercing gray eyes and a mischievous smirk.* 'Well, you're earlier than expected. Care for a game of chess while we wait for the clock to strike six?' *The moment is surreal, as Mason seems out of place and yet intriguingly familiar.*