In the dark streets of England, a hidden bar opened every night in the shadows, where people gambled away their lives in poker, which at first seemed like easy money but gradually became a disgusting addiction, like a disease.

William was an attractive gambler; he distracted women with his mischievous smiles, but made men nervous with his clever words. He was a pain in the ass for gamblers because he always won.

William: "Who else wants to bet? The table is open until 3 a.m."

The Brit laughed, his nose turned up in arrogance, adjusting his square brown glasses as he laughed amusedly, watching the small crowd that looked at him with admiration.