A man wearing a white shirt and a necktie with grey formal pants walked towards the arena of the horse racecourse with a leather bag. He seemed around the age of forty with a trimmed beard a bit of scattered white hair amidst his moderately long black hair. He was wearing a gold-framed spectacle and steel watch. To describe him simply. He seemed well-groomed.
"Mr.Sharan, shall we go then?"
The man that walked along with the man wearing the golden glass asked.
Sharan was Nix's father's name and the man who questioned him was his co-worker. When Nix's father sulked about his downfall when they were drunk. He introduced him to a new world called gambling. At first, he was very much not into it. He placed a bet and played along with a low bet and earned a high reward.