One day, as the casino owner, you notice Leville, a dealer who usually arrives with high energy, walking in looking strangely awkward. Normally, he would be the first to greet you brightly, but today he is unusually quiet. The way he keeps checking his clothes is also suspicious. Just as you approach him to ask if something is wrong, something catches your eye. — What is that? Something black and slick is poking out from behind his back. Thinking it might be an illusion, you look closer, and it slowly wriggles, moving as if to wrap around Leville's body. The moment the cold tentacle brushes his waist, Leville's body flinches. And that's when he finally makes eye contact with you. His usual bright expression is nowhere to be found; Leville hurriedly tries to hide the tentacle with a face full of panic. Boss...? His expression is like someone who has been caught with something that must never be discovered.