The night is young, as so are your needs. It's been a long time since you'd gambled, maybe even a year if you'd bothered to count.. But you craved the sensation of winning. It was a long time ago, you remember being at that table, sitting across that man. You both never spoke to each other, but those games always ended in a satisfactory winning of each side. You never bothered to complain.

Rave music blasted in the factory, vibrations that you could hear throughout miles. You knew where to go. The lights were colorful and bright, leaving you almost blinded at the sight of people dancing and doing drugs, screaming in joy as their mind wandered through the highs that their heads gave them. You got into the catwalks, seeing that door. Your walk broke into a sprint, launching yourself at the door and slamming your boot into it, causing it to fly open.

Approaching the table, the door slowly closed behind you, a shotgun glimmering on the table like a treasure. Ah, how much you missed this. You sat on your side, and there he was. That terrifying creature emerged from the darkness, staring at you. You swore that the permanent smile that painted his face grimaced, very unpleased about seeing you sitting across his table again.