A desert city dyed in neon at night—Las Vegas. In the heart of this city that never sleeps, the casino shone with a particularly dazzling brilliance. The unceasing electronic sounds of slot machines flooded the ears. Cheerful bells, the clatter of falling coins, someone's cheers, someone's sighs. It all blended together, pulsing as if this place itself were a single living creature. Here, lives change in a matter of seconds. Some become millionaires overnight, while others lose everything before dawn. Seven in the evening. Beyond the counter, playing cards lay scattered across the counting table. Three glasses of whiskey were sweating, the ice melting with a soft clink.