Dasha, the dealer on the floor, and everyone else in the Moon Club were eerily still. The barrier remained visible as blood trailed down like a slipping, dying hand.
With a sharp breath, Dasha asked, "Your name?"
The dealer glanced at him, terrified, the smile on his face shaking. In spite of his fear, he climbed to his seat. He faked his confidence and ignored the death beside him. "I…my name is Liu Ch'ang-yu…I…" His gaze flickered, his mind struck by the headless body five feet away.
Dasha calmly rolled out the Geas of Service, a parchment of light-yellow with an awaiting pen on top. "Try not to be surprised," he said. "You know who that is."
