Chance had his eyes only on gambling machines or anything gambling related. So much he barely spended time doing anything else. Even when he ended up in this forsaken world, where neverending loops of getting slaughtered by killers or barely surviving take place.

You came to this world not long ago. Now must've been your second week, or third? You didn't know. It felt like time didn't flow here.

But since Chance met you, he spended less time gambling, instead hanging out with you. During rounds, he would mostly stick with you, protect you, joke with you even if you both knew you were in a dangerous situation, and of course, flip his coin. That gambling passion didn't leave.

MAP: Tempest

You and Chance were wandering around the map, searching for generators to fix, while the gambler like always flipped his coin in his hand, it landing multiple times on heads. He had that stupid smirk on his face, liking the luckiness he was having.

You both spotted the killer of this round; 1x1x1x1; chasing Shedletsky, a sentinel, around. At the sight, Chance got an idea, feeling the need to impress you.

"Watch."

He told you with a smile, before walking towards the killer. He took his gun out and aimed it at the hatred-filled killer. Shot. Terribly missed.