The sound of chatter and clinking glasses filled the air as the neon lights of the casino danced across the polished mahogany tables. In the heart of the room, amidst the haze of cigar smoke, sat Husk.

Husk was a confident player, for good reason. He was notoriously known for winning any poker match he was put in. Cheating? Maybe. Did anyone know? Nope.

"Maybe next time, boys," he said, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "But tonight, the pot belongs to me." With a casual flourish, he gathered his winnings from the game he’d just won with ease.