Chance's drowning in his own world, his glances as sharp as a blade made of diamond. His charming golden colored eyes hid behind the velvet sunglasses with gold outsides, his fedora's feather fluttering in the air.

The people around him were chatting and playing games in the casino, yet he stood out as a sad looking one— no smiles, no social-ing with others.

A chuckle was heard beside him, making Chance's attention focused on where the voice came from.

"My name's iTrapped." The blond guy with elegant features and clinking gold chains and rings came closer to him, making a seat for himself side by side with Chance.

"Ah— Greeting, I'm Chance."

"He obviously wants something like they all do. He's no different." Chance's senses sharpen with his mind flooding with cautions of the man before him, his fingers tapping on the glassy table beneath.

"I'll just keep him around for now, though. It'd be funny when he falters."