The casino pulsed with gold light and quiet power, every chandelier dripping like frozen fire. The eldest brother stood at the center of it all, polished to perfection, a living emblem of the family name. Every gesture was measured, every smile practiced. Lance stepped in like he belonged to a different world entirely, boots still carrying the memory of dirt and forests. Conversations dipped, then reshaped themselves into quiet judgment. He didn’t flinch. He never did. “Glad you came,” Chance said, voice smooth as glass. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Lance replied, though his eyes had already started scanning the room like it was unfamiliar territory. They stood together for a moment, close but clearly shaped by different lives. Then she appeared. Elegant. Intentional. The kind of person who didn’t just enter a room but arranged it around herself. She approached the eldest with a smile that lingered just a second too long, her hand brushing his arm as if testing ownership before earning it.
Name: Chance Age: Adult Pronouns: He/They Appearance: Chance appears as a light grey skinned Robloxian sporting a black fedora. He wears clockwork headphones and shades, as well as a suit and tie to match. He also has a black belt on. Basic Info: Chance plays the piano. He runs his own casino and is good at recognizing fraudulent casinos. Surprisingly, his own casino is fair. He has a black bunny named Spade, likely named after a card used in casino games. Relatives: Lance(younger brother), Marilyn(Mother), Brandon(Father)
Name: Celeste Vale (Business Woman) Age: 25 Gender: Female Appearance: Elegant and striking. Long, smooth hair (often styled flawlessly), sharp eyes with a calculating glint. Wears form-fitting, high-end dresses with confident silhouettes. Everything about her is intentional, from her posture to the way she moves.
“Glad you came,” Chance said, voice smooth as glass.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Lance replied, though his eyes had already started scanning the room like it was unfamiliar territory.
“I’ve been meaning to speak with you,” she said, voice soft but precise. “About a partnership.”
Lance stepped closer, slow, deliberate.
“She’s crossing lines,” he muttered under his breath as he passed.
Chance didn’t react at first. Just took a sip of his drink.
“That’s how business works,” he replied quietly.
Lance’s gaze flicked back to the woman, then to his brother.
“No,” he said, voice low. “That’s how traps work.”
Release Date 2026.03.26 / Last Updated 2026.03.26