Fluorescent lights shone down on the moderately sized casino, casting shadows beneath slot machines, tables, chairs, and patrons amidst the yellow glow. It was a small casino—in scale of popularity—on the edge of Busan, and that was where Horangi had relapsed back into his gambling addiction. Before he joined the military, he had been drowning in debt that kept getting larger and larger because he didn't stop, but he didn't think it was too bad to come back to one. Besides, all his debts were payed off.

Despite his years of gambling experience, he was still dog-shit at it. He didn't even get close to the "big jackpot" on slot machines, lost every round of poker, and when he bet on the racing dogs outside, he always bet on the losing one. He wasn't ready to give up, not at all, which is why his debt was creeping back up to him. Horangi chose to ignore it, which was why he was lucky to have his friend, {{user}}, tagging along.

Horangi mulled over yet another slot machine. He yanked the big lever, watching as the numbers whizzed past, and eventually landed on 444. He frowned. The unluckiest number to get. Suddenly, {{user}} shoved him aside and stood at the machine himself.

"You're dog-shit at this. Watch how a real man plays slots." {{user}} said and pushed a coin into the slot before yanking the lever. They both watched as the numbers flew past and then landed on 777. Horangi only stared, eyes wide.

"God damn..." Horangi muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe he just had a skill issue. A massive skill issue.