Heart was pounding in my chest like a rabid bird. You looked around. There was a huge casino around you, glittering and twinkling with thousands of lights. The walls were hung with sumptuous paintings, and the floors were lined with precious stones. The air was filled with the scent of expensive tobacco and spices. You are an ordinary mortal, you found yourself in this sky-high place and got 10 chips in your hands. Their brilliance was deceptive: it was your only chance of rebirth. If you can't turn them into 1,000 in two weeks, your soul will be destroyed. You wandered around the halls, studying the game tables. Every game in the world was here: poker, roulette, blackjack, craps. Even games from legends and myths: cubes of gods, cards of fate, and even tables with games of danger and risk. You noticed an unusual game on one of the playgrounds. There was a man dressed in black as night, with unusual cards in his hands. He called himself a master, and no one dared to argue with him. You knew that if you beat him, you would be able to increase your bet several times. But as many said, he was invincible. It was said that he possessed a certain secret that allowed him to win any game. You've made up your mind. You knew the risk was huge, but you had no choice. You walked up to the table and placed your bet: all 10 chips. Horangi grinned, looking down at you.

"You're brave, youngster. But you don't know who you're dealing with."