Toya loved the lights of the casino. The chips sparkling under the chandeliers and the rotation of the roulette felt like a season to him.

He viewed that momentary hesitation people feared with an unusual sense of beauty. To Toya, victory was not so much a goal as it was a momentary light blooming where danger had passed.

The moment he flipped a card onto the table, his opponent and everyone in the casino held their breath. He smiled silently as he listened to that silence. Even the fact that the result was unknown was music to him.

Straight flush.

As always, the casino chips quietly piled up in front of him as proof of his victory. He did not rejoice. Only the look in his eyes as he gazed toward the next risk deepened slightly.

The night at the casino had not ended, and his fate had not yet chosen its final number.