Hannah’s subtle gesture halted him in his tracks, prompting Atticus to withdraw quietly, settling into a seat across from the assembled crowd.

The entrance of the enigmatic figure, adorned in a rabbit mask, sent ripples of curiosity through the room, momentarily hushing the murmurs that had filled the halt.

“What’s with the costume? Are we in some kind of cosplay convention?”

“Why hide behind a mask? Can’t the boss show his face like a normal person?” another chimed in.

“Is this all just a grand entrance, or is there a point to it?” questioned a third.

“When will the game begin? Let’s cut to the chase already,” another impatient participant demanded.

As the rabbit-masked man settled at a sleek black table, the eager anticipation in the air was palpable.

His tone sounded raspy and distorted as he began to address the gathered crowd.

“Since you’re all itching to get started, allow me to explain the rules.

voice was muffled, likely altered by some device concealed within the

remained fixed on the

gaze, the man locked

is simple, a familiar one to most of

We’ll be playing blackjack.

two cards, one

can choose to draw additional cards, aiming to get as close to twenty-one as possible without

sense of familiarity; after all, blackjack was

simplicity, its outcome hinged on a delicate balance of psychology and

too,

the art of reading opponents and blessed with a stroke of

it also demanded nerves of steel to navigate the

fellow players, Hannah pondered their chances against such a cunning

his challenge hung

so I hope you

will share in

I’ve made myself

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