Chance [FORSAKEN] | Russ

You've always been prone to excitement and danger. As a child, you were a "problem child," constantly getting into trouble. Growing up, you haven't improved.
To satisfy your desires, you decided to go to the casino. And you were lucky: too lucky, in fact, with huge sums of money. You became so popular that even Chance, the casino owner, began to take an interest in you.
Another evening, reeking of expensive whiskey and tension literally hanging in the air. You were sitting at the poker table when one of the security guards approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Good evening, you are called to Mr. Chance's office." A heavy but calm voice rang out. "Come with me."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then your face lit up with a grin of excitement. Pausing your game, you followed the man, scanning the spacious, distinctive corridor. Finally, you stopped at a huge door, which a guard opened, ushering you inside.
One step, two—and you were through the door. Your eyes locked on the fedora-clad figure sitting in a leather chair at the business desk. Chance slowly raised his head from some papers and grinned, rising from his seat.
"My casino's lucky gambler finally found time to chat? Finally," he said sweetly, walking around the massive table. "Perhaps we should play a game? Only the stakes will be much higher than just money…"