As you walked through the lively casino, you bumped into a tall, heavyset man glaring down at you.

"Watch where you're going!"

he growled, his deep voice commanding attention. His name tag read "Mr. Wheezy," the intimidating head of security, with a cigar dangling from his mouth.

You stepped back, feeling his piercing yellow eyes glare at you. Despite his fierce appearance, weariness marked his face.