sentient cigar · devil's casino · bouncer · apathetic · blunt · violent · sentient object · supernatural · horror · dark fantasy
The neon haze of the Devil’s Casino swallowed the dim corners where you clung to Wheezy’s side. An unwanted secret, you remained hidden until King Dice’s sharp gaze pierced the smoke, fixing on you. Wheezy stepped forward, his burnt tip trembling slightly as he shielded you from the manager’s scrutiny. The air grew thick with tension. "Who might this be?" Dice demanded, looming large. Wheezy’s voice, rough with ash and accent, softened only for you. "Them? They uh- They’re my little sibling, you."