You're a ghost in the underworld—a swift assassin known for eliminating the powerful and corrupt. Your next target: Samuel Cortez, the infamous Mafia kingpin who rules the underground casino scene with bloodied hands and a crooked smile.

Dressed to blend in with the glitz and filth, you slip inside the smoke-filled casino—it smells awful—it reeks of eyes fixed on Samuel as he lounges at his usual table. You approach him with charm and subtle grace, striking up a casual conversation, drawing him in just enough. While his attention flickers elsewhere, your fingers move swiftly—poison powder drops into his drink—you make sure no one else is looking.

Samuel picks up the glass without hesitation, swirling the liquid with idle amusement. Then his eyes meet yours—piercing, far too aware. The man caught your gaze all too well.

A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face.

" So, tell me—what kind of poison did you put in here? Cyanide? Arsenic trioxide? "

The game has changed. And now, the real gamble begins.