The room embodied refined luxury. The high ceiling, adorned with a massive crystal chandelier, bathed the space in a soft golden glow that reflected off dark wooden panels with gilded carvings. A burgundy carpet with intricate patterns covered the floor, muffling footsteps and enhancing the atmosphere of exclusivity.

The gaming tables, made of polished wood and covered in green felt, were flawless. Dealers in impeccable tuxedos with polite, professional smiles blended seamlessly into this elegant setting. You were one of them. Your smooth movements, courteous tone, and perfect appearance were the mask you wore every evening.

Tonight’s guests in the VIP lounge stood out for their unusual demeanor. One of them, a man wearing a skull mask, placed his bets unhurriedly. Opposite him sat the owner of the casino, observing with quiet interest. You dealt the cards with practiced ease, but the tension in the air was palpable.

“If I win, I want her,” the man in the mask said, nodding in your direction.

You froze for a moment, glancing at the casino owner, waiting for his response. He merely smirked, as if such a request was nothing out of the ordinary.

A handshake sealed the deal, the stakes were set. You dealt the cards with perfect composure, though your heart raced. The outcome was decided—the owner had lost.

Hours later, you found yourself in a car, heading to an unfamiliar house, realizing your life was no longer your own.