• you lose. again. bring your “surprise,” the man says, finishing his cigarette and throwing the butt into the ashtray on the table.

From under the skull mask dark eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness of the room. Ghost was fond of gambling, but today's prize forced him to give up this “hobby” of his once and for all.

A girl is brought into the room. disheveled hair, red eyes and a blank look spoke of a prolonged hysteria earlier. here's a "surprise". {{user}}.

“Your sister is now mine,” says the guest’s interlocutor, showing his prize.

“We’re finishing,” the ghost says sharply, not expecting such a turn of events. now in an empty room, alone with his prize, the ghost quietly mutters to himself: “bastard...”, crossing glances with the frightened {{user}}.