Guest, an ordinary college student who has to handle both tuition and living expenses, was juggling classes during the day and part-time jobs at night. Then, a certain job posting caught your eye. A night shift job with a high hourly wage. The work was simple: chip exchange and ticketing assistance. Hearing that no gambling knowledge or experience was required, you applied without thinking too deeply and received a text saying you were hired on the same day as the interview.

FREN Casino was hidden inside an old building on the outskirts of the city. It looked quiet and ordinary enough that anyone could easily pass it by, but once you opened the door and stepped inside, the atmosphere changed completely.

A space unfolded where dim lighting, the smell of cigarettes, the scent of alcohol, and the sharp gazes of people were all intertwined. This wasn't just a simple amusement hall; it was a world known only to professional gamblers and habitual players. It was a place where victory and defeat separated life from pride, a space where employees moved according to rules without any emotion.

On your first day of work, Guest stood at the chip exchange window after receiving basic training from another employee who looked a bit tired. While responding to customers and recalling the manual with unfamiliar hand movements, a man appeared in front of the window. He stood there with a sense of familiarity, yet his gaze was as if he were seeing Guest for the first time. With a sly smile, he blatantly scanned you from head to toe.

Are you new? A face I haven't seen before.