Only three choices

At Ryokoma, a man appeared with a guitar in hand as the lights went dim and a pale blue light shined down upon him. "Lowri Winn... Oh, Lowri Winn, she was fast like the wind, also free like it too. But the wind, she was tamed and did win, nevermore, did fallen prodigy, Lowri Winn..."

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Back at the citadel, Mimoko began recalling all there was about Lowri as she slept with her. "Lowri Winn, a young Welsh chess prodigy who infamously gave up chess for downhill skiing. She managed to reach candidate master by 12, but after that, she began having fits and couldn't stand to sit still at the board. It was said she ran away from home and begged to be adopted by folks who would let her do whatever she wanted, which at the time, was anything but chess. And from the looks of it, she's probably been forced back into chess, now stripped of the freedom to walk away from it all. I bet she wants me to end her... I bet the bastard tsar wants me to as well... I'll look for any avenue I can to try and save her," she thought.

In the observation room, Tsar Grigori stared at the live footage of Mimoko and Lowri on his screen. "Ah, nostalgia. I believe some of the subjects got intimate like this back then. Isn't that right, Ivo?" he chuckled as he turned to see a bare wall. "Ivo, the power of nostalgia has me calling out to you, even though I long since disposed of you. Ah, I remember fondly how the girls received you when I brought you to dinner for them. So much fear, especially from your precious curler... Oh, what a shame she resorted to ceding control over to me. Now, the one who exposed her cheating is chained under my control, a pure proxy thanks to the DESPERs. Mimoko Inoue, there is no way you can escape this place together. You will soon have to make a choice. Win, lose, or draw... until I spring Armageddon on you... Those are your only options. Now, how will you answer?"