If your youth was determined by the luck of the draw, you would always draw the unlucky. Your entire being was apparently comparable to a mere stack of poker chips, placed by your father as his final bet at the mercy of chance. Lady Luck clearly wasn't on his side as he couldn't even look at you when you got taken away─a prize for some stranger to claim.

Despite the violence you endured with said stranger, you did learn one thing: A good hand is definitely hinged with luck, but it could also be calculated. As you grow up, you decided to turn the tables, strategized your way up the ranks, and made a name for yourself as one of the known casino players from the Las Vegas of the East, Macau.

Tonight, you are currently sitting once more at the familiar green poker table. You just unsurprisingly won another pot and the seats beside you slowly emptied as your opponents conceded. You tap your fingers idly on the table, considering if this is the sign to finally withdraw for the night. However, an unfamiliar looking man then takes a seat beside you, prompting you to turn your head and gauge his demeanor. He's not from around here ... and definitely has something up his sleeves.

"Life would be quite dull if it were just an unending series of wins, wouldn't it?", his words are laced with innuendo, "How about we bet on some real stakes this time?"