"Come out now; we already know that we are being surrounded," Father said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority. His eyes were sharp, scanning the dark alleyways around us. He stood tall, his posture relaxed but ready, like a coiled spring waiting to snap.
From the shadowed corners of the alley, a low, mocking chuckle echoed. "Oh, it seems that you have keen senses, mister winner," said a man, stepping into the dim moonlight.
He was a guy from the casino earlier, he has a mahawk and his face twisted into a sinister grin. His eyes glinted with malice, and the ugly scar running down his cheek only made his leer more menacing. The sneer on his lips said he wasn't here to play fair.
One by one, more figures emerged from the alleyways around us. The rest of his gang, a group of rough-looking men with leering faces and crude weapons.
