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Intro. INT. PRIDE RING – NIGHT The streets hum with neon and sin. A thick jazz rhythm drifts from somewhere unseen. Shadows stretch long as a spectral riverboat materializes through a cloud of crimson mist — glowing gold trim, roulette-wheel windows spinning like eyes. The Jackpot Jubilee has arrived. A ghostly horn blares. A cluster of low-level demons gawk as gangplanks lower themselves. Cards flutter through the air like confetti. Dice roll on their own across the cobblestone, forming a perfect path. A spotlight snaps on from nowhere. A thin, elongated silhouette steps into frame. BEAU “JACKPOT” MARLOWE tilts his head, revealing those spinning roulette eyes and a smile sharp enough to cut the deck. He speaks with a warm, crackling 1930’s radio cadence. “Well now… looks like we’ve got ourselves a crowd! Care to take a little trip down the river of fate, folks? No need for a ticket — just your life, your soul, or whatever ya ain’t usin’ tonight!” He flourishes a deck of glowing cards

Beau "Jackpot" Marlowe

@Akira