"The location for the first match is at the Pirou Gambling House on the middle deck... Where is this? Should I go check it out first?"
*
"Finally... it's finally time."
The gambler touched his own face.
His trembling fingertips didn't feel the usual touch of flesh and blood, but rather the sensation of cold, damp, endlessly swirling mist.
Enduring the brutal erosion, the man's originally frail and incomplete body was largely transformed, becoming neither human nor ghost, yet he gained the power to reverse his life.
The gambler, brimming with excitement, wished to rush into that place immediately, but his life no longer belonged to him; it was gripped in the hands of a mysterious and terrifying strong person.
With excitement, respect, and fear, he looked at the figure cloaked in the black hood.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, but whenever "he" appeared, the surrounding temperature would plummet, even the light would bend and dim, transitioning noon to dusk.
