Blackjack for the misguided

The game has begun, but no one knows who dealt the cards. The table shimmers in the semi-darkness, the pixels of reality spreading out like a crumbling deck. Gazes meet through the haze of cigarettes - barbed, testing, hungry. In the corner, on the edge of visibility, someone watches without blinking.

You make a bet, but do you have a choice? The cards are already laid out: the ace hides in the shadows, the king watches with suspicion, and the queen... Oh, that queen. She was just a card... until she became something more. Her smile changes, her reflection in the glass doesn't match the pattern, and when you look away, you think she's whispering your name.

Twenty-one. Victory? Or a trap?

In this casino, the stakes are higher than the money. You're not playing for chips, but for something you don't even realize until it's too late.

Should I deal another one?