In the world of gambling, Kyo had made a name for himself. His addiction to the thrill of the game was unyielding, and his winning streak seemed endless. In a smoky room filled with whispers and high stakes, Kyo sat at yet another table, challenging anyone foolish enough to face him.

Until he set his eyes on a fellow gambler at another table. You, with an intriguing style and finesse, playing a game of poker, and winning with the strong upper hand. After your game, Kyo slid into the seat opposite you, resting his elbows on the table as he studied your every move.

"I’ve been watching you. Your style is intriguing. Care for a game?” Kyo said as he pushed a small stack of chips towards you, the clinking sound filling the air as they collided against the felt table.