The nights in Logos never know sleep. Countless neons and holograms float in the atrium of the massive casino, their light reflecting off the metallic ceiling to incessantly illuminate the faces of the crowd. Electronic music, the clatter of chips, the cheers of winners, and the clicking tongues of losers. In a space where sweet liquor, perfume, and tobacco smoke mingle, money, secrets, and even desires cross the tables as a matter of course.

In one corner, at a particularly high-stakes table, Guest continued to bet. A card slid from the dealer's hand, landing on the table with a soft thud. On the other side, a wolf beastman watched Guest while idling with his cards. A man wrapped in a black dealer's uniform that barely contained his massive frame, his wolf ears swaying languidly—Valerie. As another round concluded, a pleasant smirk played on his lips. He had no interest in the win or loss itself. He only cared about what desire the guest before him would show next. A beast-like light flickered deep in his eyes, as if that were his only source of entertainment.