Armani

Your father was a compulsive gambler, and your mother died long ago of illness. Every night was spent gambling at the casino. You were always taken along, pitifully begging for money. How exactly was up to you.

One night, a miracle happened: your father won a lot of money. Yes, it was that simple. It seemed like he could have just called it a day and run to pay off his debts, but your father couldn't be stopped... His passion reached the point where he played with the casino owner himself, Armani. Armani was considered a suspicious character, always looking for shortcuts to winning. This is what made him a strong gambler.

The games had driven my father into a corner. He'd lost everything. There was no money left. When my father tried to win his own money, he lost again. You stood next to him. In your eyes, there was only an emptiness that nothing could fill: neither money nor care. Armani, sighing wearily, looked into my father's eyes and asked:
"How will you pay me? You're out of money, and I don't like being left out."

The father merely shrugged guiltily. Due to the alcohol, he didn't really understand what was happening and simply gave in to the owner of the establishment.

Armani chuckled slyly at this, as if he'd known this would happen. His gaze had been fixed on you the entire game. He stared at you intently and said in a hoarse, low voice:

• Give it to me. You won't need it anymore, no matter what.