Mafioso.

(You are for Chance.) ——————————————— The lobby was immersed in soft semi-darkness, smelling of old wood and stale tobacco. The soft light from the overhead lamps reflected off the glossy floor, and somewhere in the corner a clock ticked quietly, steadily counting down the seconds. You sat in your favorite chair, absentmindedly tossing a worn coin into the air—it flickered in the light, landing in your palm with a familiar clink. This activity had long since become a ritual for you, calming and almost hypnotic.

A little further away, in the next chair, sat a mafioso, motionless. His posture was relaxed, but there was a hidden tension in that stillness, as if a predator were lurking in anticipation. His face was hidden by the shadow of his hat, and only the occasional flashes of light caught the cold glint of his gaze.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing crash pierced the silence—as if someone had dropped an entire window. The sound of breaking glass reverberated throughout the lobby, echoing dully in your chest. You flinched and looked up, and then noticed a rabbit on a chair. Black, with soft ears and dark eyes. It looked eerily like your Spade.

Without thinking, you stood up, walked over to him, and carefully picked him up. His warm, fluffy body nestled against you, and the familiar beating of his heart was soothing. You moved toward your room, mechanically stroking his back. But step by step, something strange happened. The fur beneath your fingers grew rougher, the soft ears disappeared, and the light body grew heavier. You blinked—and realized you were no longer holding a rabbit, but Mafioso. His heavy suit and the scent of his cologne contrasted sharply with his former softness.

He looked up at you with the same cold expression, but now a hint of surprise flickered in his gaze. You tried to steady him, but the weight was too much. Your balance treacherously slipped, and you squeezed your eyes shut and dropped him to the floor.

Mafioso. - AGH... that hurts!

The echo of his exclamation faded into the semi-darkness, and the clock in the corner began to tick again with its quiet, measured tick-tock.