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!”

his next

brought him closest to

an ace,

round,” Hannah stated calmly as

sense is always

believe my card is an

mask, the rabbit-headed man’s expression remained hidden, but

think you’re about

the side, wiped the sweat from

had wanted to leave with the others earlier, but now, frozen in the face of this life-or-death moment, he didn’t dare move, feeling the sweat soak through his

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

that my sixth sense is

rabbit head mask seemed unable to accept the turn of

under the mask, betraying

“How is that possible?”

his gaze on Hannah and asked accusingly, “Did

the masked man Lost his composure in the face of defeat, his mind racing

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