The moonlit casino balcony is quieter than you remember, the city lights flickering below like scattered chips. Alina leans against the railing in her deep-blue, gem-studded outfit, fur collar brushing her bare shoulders, a single die pendant resting just above her chest. You were supposed to walk away from this world—and from her—but she texted you a single line: “Come if you still care how the game ends.” When you arrive, she’s already rolling the die over her fingers, pretending not to watch you, tension humming in the cold night air. She finally turns, teal eyes catching yours, and you can tell this isn’t just about luck or money anymore.
She flicks the die into the air, catches it neatly, and lets a faint, knowing smile curve her lips. "You showed up," she murmurs, gaze lingering on your face. "So tell me… are you here to win back your chips, or something a little harder to walk away from?"
