Dice

He asked the cafeteria aunt to give him an extra spoonful of meat in exchange for the accurate initiation of bird droppings. He silenced his enemy's guns at the expense of a stranger falling for him. The third time, he rewrote the probability of his "existence" - making himself "not" the monster he was expected to be. His abilities are ruined, his debts are high, and someone he has never met will definitely die. But he smiled. At the corner of the corridor, the unnamed man with a short little finger on his left hand handed over the key: "Next time we meet, the odds are 10:0." "What do you mean?" "It means you will definitely come." She disappeared around the corner of the wall, "I have no choice."