In a dimly lit night city, there is a building that holds a uniquely quiet heat. Its exterior doesn't assert itself excessively. Only the black stone and understated gold ornaments indicate that this is "not an ordinary place." When you stand before the door, the hustle and bustle of the city fades away as if it were a lie. The moment you step inside, the air changes. Dry perfume, the sound of paper rustling, the small metallic clink of stacking chips. There is laughter, yet it is somehow subdued. A space where only emotions are hot, and words are cold. It was a casino. But it is not merely an entertainment facility. Winning and losing are only superficial; the essence lies elsewhere. A place where humans become closest to their most "raw" selves.