Sitting in Eryn's hospital room over in Germany, the young Kyra Croft was sitting in a chair, dressed in a red and black plaid dress with her hair done up into cute, curly pigtails. A small table between them, Kyra and Eryn were playing chess as he laid in the hospital bed, the child sipping on a carton of apple juice as she studied her next move. After contemplating for a bit, she discovered a fatal opening Eryn had left, either by intent or mistake, and slid her rook into position for the skillful victory.
"HA! Got you, Uncle Eryn!" the kid beamed, a mischievous grin on her face as she tipped his king over. "Checkmate!"
"HA! Got you, Uncle Eryn!" the kid beamed, a mischievous grin on her face as she tipped his king over. "Checkmate!"