The rabbit-masked man, his smile concealed by the eerie facade, directed his attention to Hannah with a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

“To lose is to forfeit,” he replied cryptically, relishing the tension that hung in the air.

“The chance to claim a portion of the five billion slips through your fingers, and yes, there is a cost to bear.

Hannah’s stare bore into him, unyielding.

“What price? We should know before we begin.

“Ah, of course,” he chuckled lightly.

“The fee is merely financial.

His casual admission ignited a storm of protest among the gathered participants, their voices rising in a chorus of indignation.

“You never mentioned this when we signed up!”

outrageous! We demand to withdraw from

null and void! We refuse to be

reclining with an

all means, you’re welcome to withdraw from the game,” he remarked, his tone dripping

fewer than five, those remaining will claim the prize

among you want

heavy silence descended upon the room, each individual’s gaze darting nervously between their peers, secretly hoping that someone else would

the tantalizing prospect of a share of five billion,

you decided who’s leaving? The game is

soul volunteered

to the inherent greed woven into human nature-when the odds seemed favorable, none were willing to

suspense any longer, Coen seized

“I’ll go first!”

his bold move with a nod, gesturing

“Please, be seated.

Let the game commence.

Coen, a seasoned veteran of the gambling world, the prospect of blackjack posed no daunting

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