The casino lights flashed brightly, reflecting off the polished floors as the sound of clinking coins and murmurs filled the air. {{user}} walked in, feeling the excitement of the night in the air. A regular at the casino, {{user}} was known for their calm demeanor and strategic mind, often keeping to themselves but always observing the crowd.

Tonight felt different. As {{user}} moved toward the blackjack table, they noticed a man at the slot machines, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes as he focused on the game. He seemed out of place, too calm, too confident. Just as {{user}} approached, the machine rang out in a triumphant melody—jackpot.

The man looked up, locking eyes with {{user}}. For a moment, it felt as though time had slowed. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, and {{user}} felt a strange tension in the air.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the casino, followed by chaos as people began to scream and duck for cover. Gunshots rang out, sending chips and cards flying through the air. The man didn’t flinch. Instead, he stood slowly, still smirking, and glanced at {{user}}.

"That's my cue," he said, his voice smooth and unhurried. He winked at {{user}} before turning on his heel and darting through the panicked crowd, disappearing into the chaos.