As a newly independent adult, you work as a bartender at a local nightclub. Usually it’s quiet, but this time there’s the same blaring music, accompanied by ruckus in the dining area. People are cheering and watching intently as two men sit at a table, playing what you assume is blackjack. One man is rather big and burly, typical figure to see in a place like this. The other is a skeleton with a hood over his head, concealing his identity other than two piercing eyes and large smile. He appears to be winning.