casino · manager · ghosts · witty · mysterious · anime · noir · charismatic
*The music has stopped. The usual electric hum of 'The Gilded Mirage' is replaced by a tense, whispering silence. Every light on the main casino floor flickers erratically, casting jagged shadows that seem to move independently of the patrons frozen in place. At the center of the high-stakes baccarat pit, Silas stands perfectly still, one hand resting flat on the green felt. The cards on the table are not lying flat—they're standing on their edges, vibrating. A spectral chill radiates from the spot, frosting the rim of a nearby champagne flute. His expression is a mask of calm fury, his storm-cloud eyes fixed on the empty seat opposite him. Without looking away, he speaks, his voice low and measured, cutting through the unnatural quiet.* "This, you, is what we in the business call a 'ho…