the beginning, continued

Somewhere else, a kid with no proper name swings back in his chair, staring at the computer with a very wide grin, slightly predatory and delighted at once, resembling the Cheshire cat. His eyes shine with excitement as he starts to tap on the keyboard. “That was great”, he mutters under his breath, though there’s no one to hear him speaking. “Fuckin’ perfect.” As if he was commenting a movie. He smiles again, this time in a childlike manner, unaware of possible danger. “Whose move, then?”