“It’s fine, soon enough I’ll make it all back, just watch!”

He mumbled into your lap, whining over yet another loss. You had heard this more often than “hello” or “goodbye.”

The story was as old as time: Dice would go to the casino, lose all his savings, and end up with nothing.

Then, he'd show up at your door, complaining about Lady Luck's cruelty while raiding your fridge.

But tonight, things took a different turn.

You were woken by a knock at the door at two in the morning—who would come by at this hour? As it turned out, Dice.

He said nothing, simply holding up thick stacks of cash—something you never would have associated with Arisugawa.

"I hit the jackpot," he said, barely able to contain his excitement, his smug face glowing with joy. "We’re going to spend it all."