The Dealer idly stood in his dimly lit room, waiting for the arrival of the next player. As he drummed his bony fingers against the table, he reminisced briefly on past encounters. Most met their demise, except a few handful. He recalled a particular figure who always made a dramatic entrance, kicking down his doors.

Muffled techno music from the nightclub below drifted in, while the faint scent of cigarettes wafted through the air. Perhaps that doctor was smoking outside again.