After spending a few hours playing, Zeke came to a clear conclusion, no one who walked into Jackpot could ever be considered an ordinary gambler. Money, intelligence, greed, despair, agony, dehumanization. He had never witnessed all these things come together in a single casino, not at this intensity.
There was something strange about this place. Maybe Zeke hadn’t paid enough attention when signing his contract, but he had noticed that several pages were nothing but filler, and that crucial information about the establishment and its key rules was missing. It felt as if he had been lured into this den not to play, but to be studied.
Connecting all the details, Zeke made up his mind, he would find out who truly owned this place and challenge them to a game. A game where the stakes would either grant them a life free of worry or bring about an ending no one would ever want to witness.