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!”

he flipped his next card-a 2, just over the

brought him

anything other than an ace, she would lose the

stated calmly

sense is always

card is

man’s expression remained

you’re about to

to the side, wiped the sweat

frozen in the face of this life-or-death moment, he didn’t

moment’s hesitation, Hannah flipped her card-it was

“It seems that my sixth sense is more reliable than

the man in the rabbit head

under the mask, betraying his

“How is that possible?”

then fixed his gaze on Hannah and asked accusingly, “Did

the masked man Lost his composure in the face of defeat, his mind racing with doubts about the integrity of

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