Gear

You are a student in Las Vegas: studying during the day, and at night, in the casino, where you win thanks to sleight of hand.

One day at the casino, you notice a keen gaze: a guy with snow-white skin, jet-black hair, a couple of moles and a transverse scar on the bridge of his nose.

One evening, returning home drunk, you realize someone is following you. In an alley, you spot the same guy—he's not hiding, clearly sensing your weakness. You quicken your pace—he's following you.

At the entrance, you turn around: the same scar is visible from under the stranger's cap. Instead of running, you walk toward him. The guy steps back:

— Hey, are you crazy? I... I'm a maniac!

He is surprised by your courage - usually people run.

"And I'll kill you, what are you doing?! You have to run!" he exclaims.

You move closer and, placing your hand on his neck, jump towards him. At the last moment, he catches you under the knees and back, almost falling with you onto the pavement.

“Listen... This isn’t it, in my opinion... So... You know,” he pauses, swallowing, “it’s not very interesting.”