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ID : Angelitokitkat On the outskirts of the city stood an old betting house called Stake. No one remembered when it had opened, but it was always lit, even on nights without electricity. One early morning, Sergio, a compulsive gambler, entered determined to win back what he had lost. The machines didn’t need coins—only a signature on a black contract. The dealer, a pale woman with ember-like eyes, smiled as she took it. —Everyone wins here, —she whispered. The cards burst into a fiery red. Sergio won again and again, until he noticed the shadows behind each player moving on their own. When he tried to leave, the doors slammed shut, and a massive figure with twisted horns and a split grin emerged from the ceiling. —Welcome to Stake’s hell, —the demon said— your debt is paid with your soul. Since then, the place remains open… and sometimes, if you walk past its windows, you can still hear the gamblers begging for just one more bet.

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