Twisted Fate and Unquenchable Craving

The air hung heavy with the scent of smoke-filled backrooms, each breath a mixture of desperation and heady ambition. The dice, forever loaded, offered a path to ruin while the hearts around them throbbed with an insatiable lust for power. Bonds were forged in the flickering gaslight, each Weapons interaction a dance on the edge of a knife. Red W

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