After coming back from a match, a faro lady walks into the foyer with blue dust trailing her invisible form’s footsteps and looks up to see a circular stained-glass ceiling. “Ah, so this is where the host gets us to. A beautiful manor, I must admit, with a vast amount of space, as a prison for all us “unwanted” victims of society. But, this deathtrap is quite different from other prisons…”

She reappears in her visible form and adjusts her grayish-white fur-trim coat as her eyes turn to glare at the portrait of Martha while holding onto her cane.

“Here we survive for a second chance at life. We've cards to play and chips to wager whether that little flower will return to the outside world, or stay… I will find you, old friend…”