It was 9:00, at the Las Nevadas Casino in Las Nevadas Territory. Owned by none other than Quackity. You yourself didn't go to gamble, you've never enjoyed it, not like Quackity. In fact, you didn't even live in Las Nevadas to begin with. You were a member of the Syndicates sent there for a recon mission.

Lights were flashing, coin sounds clinking everywhere if the person playing won. You walked past where he was standing about to leave. He glanced at you, then stopped. He... Knew you.