The Night's Playing Chess

Yoff tries to tell Mia, look who the night is playing chess. Of course, she doesn't see anything. He's alone. What's the big deal? And he says he's playing chess with death. Then Yoff goes, we must leave. We have to get out of here. And we cut to the night who's sitting in again an amazing shot. It's redundant at this point. The hood over his head. He's sitting there with the sword cradled in his arm,. The cloak around him and death steps into the frame. Let's go. I would spill till sloot. Shall we finish our game? And he sits and this is when he