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.

altered by some device concealed within the depths of the

remained fixed on the

a deliberate sweep of his gaze, the man locked eyes with her before addressing the

a familiar

We’ll be playing blackjack.

one face-up and one

can choose to draw additional cards, aiming to get as close to

familiarity; after all, blackjack was a staple in casinos,

hinged on a

skill, too, played

in the art of reading opponents and blessed with

steel to navigate the

Hannah pondered their chances against such

on, his challenge hung heavy in the

game is simple, so I hope

will share in the five

believe I’ve made myself

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