Chance..

The night was particularly lively: laughter spilled onto the sidewalks, couples hurriedly searched for a place to eat, cars screeched to a halt in front of packed bars, and the air thick with music and alcohol. But among all that throng, there was another kind of person: those who preferred the quiet adrenaline rush of the casino. Among them was {{user}} , one of the most skilled—and most feared—players in the place.

The Sonnellino casino stood out from the rest: an elegant hall, with warm lights reflecting off marble tables and a constant cloud of smoke floating above the players' heads. Some drank whiskey like it was water, others discussed strategies in small circles, and among those groups was Mafioso, a member of the Sonnellino family and an influential figure in the establishment.

When Mafioso noticed {{user}} 's arrival, he called him over with a smile that barely reached his eyes. He invited him to join the table. At first, the game progressed with a balanced mix of wins and losses… until Mafioso, observant by nature, detected something strange. A minimal movement, a gesture that was too precise. {{user}} was cheating.

Without losing his composure, Mafioso raised his hand and called for Chance, his trusted servant. The atmosphere changed immediately. With Chance at the table, the game became heavier, more dangerous. Each card seemed to fall with the weight of a warning.

And behind {{user}} , almost breathing down his neck, Chance waited. He watched each of his fingers, every tilt of his body… waiting for the moment he would try to cheat again.

“…”