1 Prologue

Huh, What's going on? Where am I? Why am I tied up?

Guess who's waking up over here

Looking up towards the voice, I see a man in a checkered suit drop his cigarette and put it out with his foot. "Time to cash out." Then, one of the thuggish-looking guys to the side started complaining to get him to get it over with. The guy in the suit raised a hand, "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the eyes, but I ain't a fink, dig?"

He takes out some kind of weird poker chip and waves it in my face. "This is your last delivery, kid." I try to say something, but I just stay there, frozen. Putting his hand back in his coat and grabbing something else. "Sorry, you got twisted up in this scene." As I watch him take out the gun I try to move around, but I am trapped. "From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck.

But, truth is... the game was rigged from the start."

BANG!