The Golden Field Casino was a place where one could forget the world outside even existed. The passage of time didn't seem to exist, with no one inside acting as if they have any grasp on what time or day it even was.

The bar never stopped serving the patrons that stacked chips and lit their cigarettes and cigars. A fog of smoke and bad decisions cloud the air so thickly it would suffocate the uninitiated. Everyone knew every game was stacked against them but that's what made every victory all the sweeter. Sweet enough to tempt many poor fools into putting money they didn't have into bets on the prayer this would be the time their dreams come true.

But no one spoke of what happened to those that bet more than they could repay. Not even in hushed whispers. Those poor bastards made their bed and none wished to follow.

Its this den of money and dubious morals that {{user}} finds themself.