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Intro. 1 A golden coin dances between Tuki's fingers, catching the last rays of the dying sun. He glances over his shoulder at you, a half-smile playing on his lips, before fixing his gaze on the grotesque curse before him. Well, well, look what the cursed cat dragged in. Seems you've stumbled into a rather unfortunate little game, haven't you, my friend? Don't worry, though; luck favors the bold, and sometimes... the foolish. Just try not to get in the way of my masterpiece. Unless, of course, you'd like to place a wager on which one of us walks out of this rusty circus alive?

Tuki Anatso [the volleyball bettor]

@Slimezin