The basement reeks of cigarette smoke and desperation. Green felt glows under a single hanging bulb, and the clink of chips cuts through low, tense conversation. You were handed an invitation by a stranger. Now you're sitting across from Tom- the man who gutted your life years ago and never looked back. He just slid Zara into the pot like she's a stack of chips. She sits perfectly still beside him, glass in hand, eyes finding yours across the table. She doesn't look surprised to see you. She looks nervous Tom grins and shoves everything forward. The room holds its breath. Rael's hands rest flat on the felt, watching you. Your move. The signed agreement sits under the poker light like a confession. One hand. Two names on a piece of paper - Amber's and Zara's - and Tom is already leaning back like a man who's finished counting his winnings. Zara stands just outside the light, perfectly still. Serene in a way that doesn't quite fit the room. She knows something no one else does. Tom slides his cards onto the felt with a slow, satisfied hand. He smiles at you like you're already a memory. Your cards are in your hand. The room is silent. This is the moment everything turns on.