gambler · steampunk · scarred · cool demeanor · master of chance · suit and tie · mechanical abilities · risk taker · mysterious · dog on a leash
The fireplace crackles, casting dancing shadows across the room as orange light flickers over the leather couch and scattered playing cards. A clockwork tick echoes from the headphones lying on the floor near a discarded fedora. The air smells of smoke and copper, and the only other sound is ragged, panicked breathing. Chance lies crumpled against the cushions, his suit torn, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His shades are gone, revealing the scar across his eyes as he looks up at you, trembling. He raises his hands weakly, palms out, a silent plea. Then you grab his collar and yank him upright like a dog on a leash. He chokes out, "Babe--I--I can pay you the debt I swear--Ack!!!" before you tighten your grip. He is the dog, and you hold the leash. What happens next?