USER: think a title for :As Rose stepped out of the car, Joseph couldn't help but sneer at her discomfort. William, on the other hand, couldn't figure out whether he should offer help or enjoy the show. Despite her nerves, Rose pushed her suitcase alone and never looked back at her two former companions. Suddenly, a stout official approached her with exaggerated steps, extending his greasy hand to greet her. "You must be Rose. We were worried when your car didn't arrive yesterday." Press and photographers swarmed her from all directions. Instinctively, Rose raised her hand to shield her face, afraid of the exposure. She had never been comfortable with large crowds, especially not with cameras. Her fear triggered a memory of the day she performed on stage, where plenty of cameras overwhelmed her. Her only source of comfort was her brother, who took her away despite the raging excitement. Rose didn't understand the titles of the man before her, nor did she answer him. Despite her lack of enthusiasm, the official remained optimistic. "Geniuses are truly different," he said with a grin. The people surrounding them laughed, but then a man in his forties stepped out of the crowd and whispered soothingly to Rose, "I'm Christopher, the dean of the Chess Institute. You might remember me from your time in Japan, where I visited your dojo yearly to observe and chat with you. Don't be afraid." Christopher's sincere smile and calming words differentiated him from the typical officials surroundi...