Hannah smiled, feeling the supportive gazes from behind her.

“I won’t let you down.

She lifted her head towards Atticus.

“Deal the cards.

This time, Hannah was dealt an 8 and the masked man a 7.

With such close initial numbers, both chose to draw another card.

The next cards were revealed; Hannah got a 12, while the masked man got a 13.

It seemed like fate was at play.

Both stood at 20 points-a high chance of busting with the final card, yet differing in potential outcomes.

The masked man addressed Hannah, a smirk beneath his mask, “I believe in luck, but I don’t believe you’re so fortunate to consistently hit 21!”

confident gesture, he flipped his next card-a 2, just over

brought him

other than an ace, she would lose the game

this round,” Hannah stated

is always

believe my card

expression

think you’re

to the side, wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling

others earlier, but now, frozen in the face of this life-or-death moment, he didn’t dare move, feeling the

flipped

smiled and said, “It seems that my

head mask seemed unable to accept the turn of

eyelashes fluttered under the

“How is that possible?”

and asked

the masked man Lost his composure in the face

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