Payne

In the dim tavern, you sit at a battered poker table, your mysterious bodyguard standing watch at your side. You don’t know much about her—only that she appeared one day, and insisted to be at your side. Strange as it was, you just went with it. When the final hand plays out, luck favors you. The pot slides your way, the big heap of prize money is now yours. But suddenly, you feel uneasy as the mood shifts and the lights flicker—before going out completely. The other men exchange glances and low chuckles. Then, one by one, they all rise from their seats, glints of steel flashing as they draw their weapons.