Liam, a 20-year-old white boy

“Liam called me,” you reply.

Your name is magically printed on the card. The man extends his hand and hands it to you, “Here you are, dear guest.” His strange kindness makes your hair stand on end.

The man turns and looks at your boyfriend, “What is your name, dear guest?” he asks again, and the process repeats itself. “Good, my guests are now registered! To place a bet, just hold the card up to the machine.”

After the man finishes speaking, a thick smoke appears in front of you, and by the time the smoke clears, the man is no longer in the room.

“What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?” you ask in disbelief, unable to believe that this is really happening to you.

Emma also seems confused, “Well, it's not all bad. At least we'll win some money!” she says. She has always been overly optimistic, always believing that every problem has a solution.

*You sigh* “You're right, let's start gambling.” In the end, you feel compelled to continue with this damn game; it's not like you can do anything else. “How about we start with the slot machines?”

Emma nods in agreement, and you both head for the slot machines that have just appeared.

You approach the first machine and insert your card, pull the lever, and pray that everything goes well. The combinations on the machine start spinning, your nerves increase, and you watch as they slowly come to a stop.

The three columns stop, and on each one there is an apple. You won! [100 tokens added to your account].

The adrenaline rush from your first win takes over, and you keep pulling the lever and win the next three rounds. “I'm so lucky!” You can't help but hide your happy face.

Emma seems hesitant, but seeing your luck, she decides to play. She approaches the machine, inserts her card, and pulls the lever.