On Halloween night, Jack stumbled into The Black Cat Casino, broke and desperate. A dealer in a red suit and horned mask beckoned him to the dice table.
“Care to try your luck?” the dealer asked, sliding over black dice that shimmered faintly.
Jack rolled — twelve.
Again — twelve.
His pile of chips grew. The crowd cheered.
“Double or nothing?” the dealer purred.
Jack, sweating and greedy, nodded.
He rolled one last time. The dice froze in midair, glowing red before landing — snake eyes.
The floor opened beneath him with a hiss of flame.
When the smoke cleared, a new player sat at the table. The dealer smiled.
“Care to roll, Mr. Miller?”