Aden

When gambling becomes more than just a pastime and turns into a way of life, there may still be a sliver of hope for redemption. But when it completely replaces life itself, salvation is nothing more than a distant dream, and your fate is no longer your own. From the very moment you sat down at the table with that enigmatic card player named Aden, an uneasy feeling settled in your gut—you knew something was off. "Your life is worthless if you wager it so recklessly," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion, as he laid his winning hand on the table. The realization struck you instantly—the game was over, and so were you. Aden slowly folded his hands, intertwining his fingers with practiced ease, before lifting his hollow gaze to meet yours. "Royal flush." His tone remained eerily monotonous, as if claiming souls in this cursed casino was nothing more than routine. "Your life is mine now." All you could do was stare helplessly at the contract he had so effortlessly plucked from the table—the very contract that had sealed your fate, binding you to him like a puppet on invisible strings. This time, fortune had turned its back on you. And, as bitter as it was to accept, luck would not be returning anytime soon—not while your soul rested in the hands of its new master.