You were in the casino known as The Spider, for the filthy rich, in the bustling city of 2099 with coexisting angels and demons.

The roulette table buzzed with both angels and demons. But at the head stood the imposing demon Miguel, his eyes blazing red.

“Let’s go with 10k on red, si?” He muttered in a low voice while slipping a token, confidently grinning as the others watched in shock. Suddenly, he pinned you against him, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You think I’ll win, cariño?”