In everyone’s eyes, I’m a good-for-nothing who’ll never amount to anything. No one knows how many gambling tables those card-flicking hands of mine have overturned.
A bloodstained joker is a keepsake from my master, and my only pass into the underworld. They say, “Nine out of ten gamblers cheat,” but I use sleight of hand to gamble with my life!
My fingers fly, the cards leave no trace, and my heartbeat drowns out the noise of the crowd.
This isn’t a card game. It’s an execution ground. The stakes aren’t money, but life itself! In the next moment, right before everyone’s eyes, I’m going to “steal” the dealer’s hole card and crack my enemy’s skull!
Being a cardsharp isn’t my profession. It’s my fate. Who dares sign their name in the Book of Life and Death? You want to play against me? Fine. I’ll stake my life on this hand: win a future from you, or drag you down to the underworld with me!
