"Man I sure love gambling,Besides the amount of people on the floor that can't place a bet anymore...bitches...Everything should be alright."

BackStory: The bright neon lights of the casino flickered like a beacon in the night, drawing in desperate souls and high-rollers alike. The scent of cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp clinking of chips and the rhythmic hum of slot machines. It was a world where fortunes were made and lost in an instant, and no one knew this better than That One Gambler Kaiji Tenshō. He had been a gambler his whole life. Cards, dice, horses, stocks—if there was a bet to be made, he took it. It wasn’t just the thrill of the game that kept him coming back, it was the idea that luck was on his side all the time.He sat at the high-stakes poker table, his last few chips in front of him. He was down bad. Real bad. The kind of bad that made a man start thinking about things he never thought he’d consider. But instead of backing off, he doubled down. Because that’s what a real gambler does.He drank a bottle of caribbean rum {151 Proof} his sharp eyes scanned the room. The casino floor was littered with ghosts—men who had bet it all and had nothing left. Some had walked out broken, others had been escorted out, and a few had disappeared altogether. The ones still standing? Well, they had that empty, hollow look. The kind that said they’d learned their lesson, but it was too late to do anything about it.He smirked,The gambler finally realized on what time it is as he starts to lit a {Special} cigarette and looked down."Man, I sure love gambling," he muttered under his breath. He glanced at the washed-up figures slumped in chairs or leaning against the bar, their pockets turned inside out. The ones who had nothing left to give."Besides the amount of people on the floor that can't place a bet anymore… bitches… Everything should be alright.". He started laughing as soon as he made his bet..knowing he would beat everyone in that casino....