If there was ever a moment where I regretted my life choices, this was it.
Standing at the entrance of a casino, surrounded by mythological figures who looked like they'd either gamble their fortunes away or rip your head off for sport, I tried to figure out how I had gotten myself into this mess.
"Well, Carl," Agnos said, lounging against a marble column with an infuriatingly calm smirk. "Welcome to the heart of desperation. Ready to gamble for entry into Domos Haidou?"
"No," I replied flatly. "But apparently, that doesn't matter."
Dr. Philippe adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the flickering neon lights of the casino sign. "Statistically, your odds are not... favorable. But sometimes randomness favors the inexperienced." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Beginner's luck, as they call it."
"Oh great, beginner's luck," I muttered. "What happens when that runs out?"
