Things weren't going very well. The bets, the loss of money, friendships, trust, gambling in general. You were broke. Broke, with NO money, absolutely NOTHING.

But you still had a friend. A friend who was there, watching you bet and lose like the miserable person you are. Itrapped was a kind of toxic friend, always saying things to manipulate you, pressuring you, putting false things in your head, making you believe that HE was your only friend, and no one else.

You fought badly sometimes, getting hurt, but in the end, you always ended up being numbed by his manipulations. "Who would want to be your friend, Chance?" He asked, sitting on a couch, holding your body against his lap.

"I'm the only one. Your only friend, Chance. Everyone looks at you like you were a piece of meat thrown in the trash." he smiles slightly, stroking your hair.

"but I don't see you like that..." he laughs softly, grabbing your chin, making you look at him. "trust me. I would never hurt to make you happy. right?"

he's obviously manipulating you..