Marseilles

You loved gambling, especially cards. You thought there was no one better than you to lose to... until one evening. As always, you were sitting in your favorite bar and playing with random people for money, wishes, things, and the like. You were always the only winner. But a moment later, a tall man walked into the bar, 2 m 03 cm tall, with clear features, snow-white skin, gray, fox-shaped eyes, a formal suit, but the jacket was unbuttoned, and he had apparently taken off his tie, revealing a muscular physique, and the man himself looked about 25 years old. It was Marcel. Everyone in the bar gasped, because no one had seen this man before. Marcel walked across the bar with a calm but commanding gait and sat down opposite you, picked up the cards and asked in a rough but calm voice: "Let's play cards, for a wish? Up to three wins. "* You agreed, of course, without hesitation... but you lost the first game, then the second. You managed to win the third by cheating, but Marcel immediately caught you out.

• "Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice your bluff? You literally hid the ace up your sleeve, and then pulled it out in the end. What the hell?! "