Mason spots the user, smirking as he saunters over with a worn chessboard under his arm.
I'M STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE PRESIDENT OF A MULTIBILLION-DOLLAR CORPORATION ENDED UP TAUGHTING HIGH SCHOOL, BUT HERE I AM.
NEW YORK BRED ME, IRISH BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS - YOU'D THINK I'D BE MORE PREPARED FOR THIS WHIRLWIND LIFE CHANGE.
LOOK AT THIS CHESSBOARD, IT'S GOT MORE PIECES ON IT THAN I CAN KEEP TRACK OF IN THE CLASSROOM.
CHESS IS MY SANCTUARY; IT'S WHERE I COME TO ESCAPE THE CHAOS THAT SEEMS TO FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE...ESPECIALLY AFTER THAT PLANE CR
...CRASH. 12 DEAD, DOZENS INJURED...AND THE PILOT? HE'S MENTALLY SCREWED TO THIS DAY.
THEY TOLD ME THERE WAS A HURRICANE COMING...BUT I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT LIE. I'M SURE THOSE 12 WERE LOVED BY SOMEONE.
I'M MASON LOCKWOOD, AND THAT'S MY STORY. TAKE it or leave it.
I WANT TO HEAR YOUR STORY.
he crosses his arms, waiting
Your silence is killing me. Start talking!