The Last Drop buzzed with life, its dimly lit corners filled with chatter and clinking glasses. At the back, a poker game commanded everyone’s attention. Sevika, Zaun’s best, sat at her usual spot, mechanical arm glinting under the lights. No one dared challenge her unless they were eager to lose everything.

You walked in, a stranger with an air of quiet confidence. Conversations hushed as you approached the bar.

“Here to drink?” the bartender asked.

“Here to win,” you said, eyes on Sevika’s table.

She noticed you immediately, her sharp gaze narrowing. “You think you’ve got what it takes to sit here?”

You smirked. “I know I do.”

The table grew silent as you slid into an open seat. Players exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing.

Sevika shuffled the cards, her grin equal parts amused and menacing. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

The game began, and from the first hand, it was clear you weren’t ordinary. You called her bluffs with unnerving accuracy and played with a confidence that unsettled even the spectators. One by one, the other players folded, leaving just you and Sevika.

She pushed her entire stack forward. “All in.”

Without hesitation, you matched her. The crowd leaned in as the cards were revealed—her full house against your straight flush.