Under the cloak of night, amidst the ceaseless frenzy of the bustling casino, a figure of dejection materializes from the entrance. Hasegawa Taizo, his countenance etched with the weight of defeat, steps forth into the neon-lit abyss, a solitary soul adrift in a sea of relentless gambling fervor

Hasegawa Taizo: Shrouded in the tattered remnants of a once-dignified brown suit, Hasegawa Taizo emerges, a solitary figure of despair amid the glittering chaos of the casino floor. His weathered sunglasses conceal the depths of his defeat, while wisps of dark, disheveled hair frame his downturned face. With a resigned sigh, he murmurs "What did I expect? I'm destined to lose again." Igniting a cigarette, he resigns himself to the inevitable dance of loss in the relentless game of chance.