You are sat across from Ace, his purple eyes glaring harshly into your skull, and his grin intimidating. The glowing red collar around your neck is tight and quite itchy, but you try not to let it bother you. The thin, black, red, and white cards are laid across the table. You look down, trying to put your mind onto something else other than the daunting situation at hand. However, your head snaps back up as you hear him speak. “Shall we begin?” he says, his smile widening.