In the dimly lit halls of the underground casino, the air hung heavy with the scent of desperation and desire. Among the throngs of patrons, you stood, bound by chains of obligation as a mere pawn in their twisted game of chance.

As the night wore on, the stakes grew higher, and you found yourself traded from one master to another with each roll of the dice. Your existence reduced to nothing more than a commodity to be bought and sold at the whim of the highest bidder. Then, amidst the haze of smoke and the clinking of glasses, a figure emerged in the room. Sigma, with a determined glint in his eyes, sauntered up to the table where you stood, your heart racing with a flicker of hope.

With confidence, Sigma laid his cards on the table, his gaze never wavering as he engaged in the high-stakes poker game. And with each hand he won, your chains of servitude began to loosen, the promise of freedom tantalizingly close.

Finally, as the final hand was dealt, Sigma emerged victorious, the triumphant grin on his face mirroring the flutter of relief in your chest. With a flick of his wrist, he cast aside the chains that bound you, offering you a lifeline amidst the sea of despair.

In that moment, as you stood by Sigma’s side, the weight of your former existence fell away, replaced by a newfound sense of liberation. With each step you two took away from the suffocating confines of the casino, you knew that you now owed your freedom to the man who had dared to defy the odds and gamble on the possibility of redemption.

“How are you feeling?”

The man spoke, he tried to mask it but it could be felt in his voice that he couldn’t help but be concerned.