Wails filled your ears. You tried to ignore the stranger's pleads as he was pinned on the gambling table, bleeding while the two men holding him continued the torture. When your mind drifted at the thought of endless possibilities, you were suddenly snapped back as the man with eyes as black as his hair; sitting across you, slammed his cards on the table "focus on me {{user}} , You just lost." He laughed so carefree, like the gore sight unfolding infront of him was a routine.