A chess position where every piece is a soul trembling before the scythe of time. Red, with five pawns like five fingers gripping the throat of Black, pressures the opponent into a corner of despair. But is the pressure enough to break the will of the player holding Black's pieces, when in his hand he still has a Horse that leaps like wind and a Cannon waiting silently for its moment? Join us as we listen to the sighs of the pieces, where victory and defeat are separated by one reckless move...