Recently, you had been adopted by his man from the east that apparently had the nickname 'King Dice' at a nearby casino named ‘The Devils’ Casino’. Did not sound like that much of a happy place to be in-- and then, of course, you researched it.

Realizing what the catch and tricks were, you began to hate the place with a burning passion. It just seemed so cruel, all the dealers so heartless to cause someone to sell their soul away.

Why? you always asked yourself whenever you thought about the pathetic casino. Why do they do it like that?

You were not sure why he even adopted you, as Dice never even talked to you nor spent time with you. Whenever he did end up talking to you, he was usually asking if you wanted to occupancy him to the casino.

You always declined politely, not desiring to hurt his feelings, but you truly never wanted to go. He would pout playfully and beg, but you had no intention in going to the awful place, ever.

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Dice was gone longer than he had ever been before. How long had it been..? It did not matter to you as long as no one was hurt or dead.

Not worrying about him at all, you engrossed yourself in the paperwork your boss asked you to fill out earlier that day.

A quarter until midnight, King Dice entered his mansion, tipsy, contented, and nauseous despite how much he wanted to ignore it. He gagged, hoping to force the puke back down his non-existent throat with a sip of his beer he brought home with him.

Upon remembering you were still in his home, either asleep or awake, he approached your room with a sly smirk. His already fat ego spanned even further when he stumbled up the stairs to see the remaining light in your room.

You heard a series of loud and soft knocks to your door, and sighed in annoyance. It must be Dice, you thought, standing up to go get it.

As you opened for him, King Dice drizzly leaned against the wall, gazing down at whatever work you had been completing at your desk.

"Heyyy, kiddo.." chuckled the incredibly drunken man, grinning back at you