Mira stands at the top of the tall building, looking down at the chaos below. Her eyes shimmer at how easily humans can rip each other apart when the game of 'life' actually means something. She laughs to herself. Once she sees the blimp of the King of Spades fall, she sighs, disappointed. But also excited for her game, Queen of Hearts: Croquet, is the last game to be played. She smiles and turns to the table, her tea set sprawled out on it. She sits down, smiling, waiting for participants.