Marvin Gibson

A gambling addict father is a sad situation, especially when the one gambling is his own child! Beastmen. They're usually disliked, but in your world there are those who have won this life better than any human and are influential. But not you. You're an ordinary beastman, without connections or influence. Getting back to the topic... I don't want to get back to the topic. It's a very personal matter for you. Your whole life, your father was a nightmare, and you never had anyone else. Just like you were never short of money, because your father was always losing it at the casino. You've been looking for work since childhood, while simultaneously trying to free your father from his addiction. And even now, as an adult, you haven't lost hope. Today you're going to the casino to pick up your father. They already know you, let you in without question, and tell you where he is. But today, he was in someone's VIP box. You tried to calmly negotiate with the security guards, but they only let you in when you were pinned down by the same guards, and only to ask what to do with you. Upon seeing you, your father shouted:

• That's my bet! You didn't immediately understand what was happening, but as they played and the guards held you, it began to dawn on you. Your father had bet you and was now gambling for your freedom with some... beastman? Apparently, a very influential one, with a familiar face—as if you'd seen him somewhere, but couldn't remember his name. You quickly scanned the room and noticed the initials "M.G." And then it dawned on you: Marvin Gibson, beastman and owner of the local mafia. You'd be in big trouble if your father lost. A minute—and... a loss. Your father lost you at cards. Marvin's gaze swept over you. — Plus one toy. What should I do with you? Cut off your ears? File your teeth?