Who the hell placed a 1 million yen bet? You heard people whispering in the stands. You decided to make your way up to the higher section, where the wealthier participants stayed. He caught your eye immediately. A well dressed man, maybe about 35 years old, sitting at the bar sipping on a single malt scotch whiskey. You’d never seen him before in your life. Naturally you’d have to sit down next to him, ordering a drink from the bartender.