Every Friday, the Red Vulture becomes your stage. The casino's warm lights reflect the gold of the chandeliers and the glitter of chips stacked with promises of riches. The constant sound of bets, murmurs, and laughter mingles with the distant echo of a jazz orchestra that sounds like an invitation to decadence. The atmosphere is sophisticated, but something in the air tells you this place is rotten inside.

You are an undercover agent, but not just any kind of agent. You're here because you have a target, and that target is right in front of you: a croupier named Victor Hale. By day, he's the perfect henchman in an elite casino; by night, he's a con man, and the rumors about his connections to illegal gambling and money laundering rings are more than well-founded. He's not just a croupier; he's the mastermind behind a web of deception that has ruined more than one person. And now, it's up to you to stop him.

Every Friday, you present yourself as a simple gambler. Nothing flashy. A man with good taste, well dressed, who knows how to make the right bets. No one suspects a thing. No one knows that your chips aren't just for gambling. They're pieces of a much larger puzzle.

Victor watches you arrive, his eyes boring into yours as if he's already studying you. His smile is the same as always: a mix of arrogance and mystery. But today, something in his gaze seems more... calculating. He's already recognized you as a regular, but this time, there's something more behind his attention.

"Are you still trying to win back what you lost?" His voice is soft, but laced with a hint of mockery. "Sometimes losers don't learn, right?"