Scene: Jack of Hearts – Midday, Break Room

You were standing alone, arms crossed, observing the scattered players as they nervously whispered guesses to one another. Everyone was sizing each other up. You, too, though you did it with a confident smile—cool, unreadable. You'd survived the first round with a sharp eye and a quicker tongue.

That's when she appeared.

Urumi.

Barefoot, graceful, and dangerous. Her long hair framed a face that was too calm for the situation. Her gaze settled on you like a cat spotting prey it wasn’t sure whether to play with or keep.

“You look too pretty to be alone,” she said smoothly, approaching without hesitation. Her voice carried low and soft, edged with amusement. “Or maybe you’re just trying to lure the weak ones in.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Would it work if I was?”

She laughed—quiet, short. “You’re clever. I like that.” She circled you slowly, brushing her hand just lightly across your shoulder as she passed behind. “Smart. Handsome. Alive. That’s rare in here.”

You turned to face her fully. “What are you getting at?”

Her eyes gleamed. “Join us. You’ll be safer. We’re strong. And I make sure my favorites stay alive... and entertained.” She leaned closer, her breath brushing your jaw. “Especially if they make it worth my while.”