That night, PK slept peacefully with all three of them resting in his arms. There was no teasing, no playful arguments—just a quiet, unspoken understanding. Lana, Luna, and Eve seemed to have settled into a rhythm of their own, one PK chose not to question. Some balances, he felt, didn't need interference.
Morning arrived gently.
PK woke refreshed, the kind of calm that came only after a deep, undisturbed sleep. The house stirred to life, and soon they were all ready, moving through their familiar routine. Breakfast was light, laughter brief but warm, and then they left for the university together.
As usual, nothing out of the ordinary happened in class—except the stares.
Jealous eyes followed PK wherever he went. Whispers trailed behind him. He ignored them all, his mind elsewhere.
During the lecture, PK rested his chin on one hand, absent-mindedly turning a small card between his fingers.
It was old. Slightly worn at the edges.
A simple card.
No logo.
No name.
No design.
Just a ten-digit phone number printed neatly in black.
He had gotten it at the gambling house—after the chess match with that strange old man. At the time, PK hadn't thought much of it. The man had smiled, slid the card across the table, and said nothing more.
For a long time, PK had ignored it.
Too many things had happened since then. Too many distractions. Too many plans unfolding at once.
But now, sitting quietly in class, the card felt… heavy.
PK's gaze sharpened.
Why give me this?
And why now does it feel like I'm supposed to call?
He glanced at the number again.
No area code. No hint of origin.
Just ten digits.
After a moment's hesitation, PK reached into his pocket and took out his phone. His thumb hovered over the screen as he manually typed the number, one digit at a time.
The call icon glowed.
PK exhaled slowly.
Then he pressed it.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
On the third ring, the call connected.
A calm, unfamiliar voice answered from the other end.
"So," the voice said lightly, almost amused,
"you finally decided to call."
PK's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Who is this?" he asked.
A soft chuckle came through the line.
"Let's just say," the voice replied, "I've been waiting to hear from you since the day you moved that first chess piece."
PK leaned back in his seat, expression unreadable.
Around him, the classroom continued as usual—lectures, notes, whispers.
But for PK, the world had quietly shifted again.
And whatever lay on the other end of that call…
was about to open a door he hadn't even realized existed.