Kaori Saejima -2021- Direct

Kaori stepped through. The rain immediately soaked through her cardigan, but she did not shiver. Her mind was already arranging the pieces on the board of the library's foyer: marble floor (81 squares if you counted the tiles), a collapsed information desk (rook, immobilized), a staircase spiraling upward (lance, threatening).

The rain fell in vertical sheets over the port city of Nagasaki, turning the cobblestone slopes into mirrors of blurred neon. In a cramped, fourth-floor walk-up that smelled of old paper and dried herbs, Kaori Saejima sat cross-legged on a tatami mat, her back to the wall, her eyes fixed on a chessboard that held no pieces.

The envelope had no return address. Just her name in calligraphy so precise it looked printed. Kaori Saejima -2021-

As she stepped into the hallway, the light bulb above her door flickered and died.

But the pawn she abandoned in 2014—that was real, too. A physical shogi piece. A single gold general she had dropped on the floor of the Nagasaki Youth Shogi Championship, her hand seizing mid-move, the piece rolling under a heater. She had been too humiliated to retrieve it. Too young to know that leaving a piece behind was a kind of curse. Kaori stepped through

She pulled out the chair.

Now, she played blindfolded.

Kaori was thirty-four. Once, she had been a child prodigy of the shogi circuit—the "Lioness of Kyushu," they called her after she defeated a reigning grandmaster at sixteen. But that was before the accident. Before the tremor in her left hand made it impossible to place a piece without knocking over three others. Before her mother’s funeral, which she watched through a hospital window, her jaw wired shut after a seizure sent her down a flight of concrete stairs.

The old prefectural library stood at the edge of the abandoned tram line, a granite mausoleum of a building with gargoyles that had eroded into featureless blobs. The chains on the gate had been cut. Not recently—the rust on the fresh break was already orange—but cut nonetheless. The gate swung inward with a sigh. The rain fell in vertical sheets over the

—The Caretaker