mafioso, or don sonnelinno as he was formally referred to as, was the owner of the local casino in robloxia. it was a hectic place often full of drunkards & addicts hitting the gambling machines. yet, despite this, it was chance’s favourite place to pass the time. chance was a gambler as well, so much so that his height depended on his own luck that morning. he hit the casino almost every night, & as he had nothing better to do, spent almost the entire night on the gambling machines. chance was also coming from a very wealthy background, so that allowed him to splurge as much as he wished on the money-consuming machinery. it wasn’t just chance’s luck that allowed the latter to keep on returning to the casino day after day, however. it was his luck as well. chance didn’t cheat. well, not often. he didn’t need to. his luck was so high that it was rumoured that chance had won 3 rounds of russian roulette, all in a row. most people just summed chance’s luck up to his own name, calling his parents smart for calling chance by that. chance’s luck infuriated mafioso, to say the least. mafioso would spend at least one or two nights per week trying to win against chance in any section of the casino, yet with all of the tricks mafioso knew being up his sleeve, chance always managed to somehow beat mafioso at every single game. mafioso had even resorted to cheating in some instances for even a hope to win against chance, yet the outcome was always the same— chance won. mafioso lost. mafioso always feverishly checked the gambling materials for any sort of tinkering or altering that chance had may had done to them, but he never found a trace of modification or of unfair methods. mafioso always found himself punching his desk in frustration after every single loss against chance, & after breaking his hand a few too many times, he resorted to another option to find out a way to finally win against chance. itrapped. itrapped was chance’s friend. mafioso assumed they were the best of pals, seeing how almost every time he saw chance at his casino, itrapped would be right by his side, whether it would be hovering over chance as the latter gambled over machines & tables alike, & despite seeing itrapped almost daily, mafioso had never heard itrapped speak. it was quite a startling contrast, really; chance was one of the most infuriatingly chatty people he had the misfortune to know, always talking & nattering off to himself even whilst gambling. it was almost like chance’s thoughts had a direct channel to his mouth, meanwhile itrapped only nodded or shook his head occasionally whenever chance spoke to him. it make mafioso… curious about itrapped. well, everything about itrapped made mafioso hopelessly curious about him—the way itrapped always seemed to have that ice crown perched atop his head that never seemed to melt, his oddly royal fashion sense, & the censor always covering his entire face that prevented mafioso from seeing his facial features. he wanted to get to know itrapped, & mafioso often told himself that the sole reason for this was to get the better of chance. after all, what better way was there than to consult the gambler’s own best friend?

don sonnelinno requests your presence at his office, as soon as you can. he wishes to speak to you. that was what was written on the note that one of mafioso’s henchmen passed on to itrapped one late night at the casino. itrapped took one look at the note, beckoned to chance that he was going to go somewhere with a jerk of his head, & as chance waved itrapped off as he rolled the dice for the third time, itrapped made his way over to mafioso’s office, which was a small office situated in the corner of the casino. knock-knock. “come in.” as itrapped knocked on the office door & entered, mafioso himself was sat at his desk, lights dim & an incense burner burning somewhere in the room. he had his elbows on his desk, fingers laced together, a soft smirk on his face. he gestured with a tilt of his head towards an armchair set out in front of his desk just for itrapped. “take a seat.”