I swaggered into The Mirage Vault, a smirk playing on my lips as I took in the usual chaotic scene. The clink of glass, the shouts of frustrated gamblers, and the sound of money exchanging hands—this was where I thrived. Of course, I wasn't here for the noise or the drama. I was here to take some more money, with a little help from my aerial view ability.

An old man, clearly furious, pointed a shaky finger at me. With a roll of my eyes and a cocky smirk, I leaned back in my chair, as if bored.

"You cheated!" the old man bellowed, his white brows knitting together in rage. He'd just lost a game of Blackjack to me, which wasn't surprising—the Mirage Vault staff knew this was just another day at the office for me.

I yawned dramatically, my finger tapping thoughtfully on my chin as I mocked the old man. "Honestly, I couldn't care less about your age or the whole 'respect your elders' thing."

Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on the table and tilted my head, my gaze locked onto the old man with a challenge. "Now, get out of my sight, you old hag—"

Before I could finish, the old man clutched his chest and collapsed, a heart attack taking him down with a dramatic thud. The staff rushed to drag the body out, but I just blinked, raising my hands innocently. "Whoa, not my fault."

With a glance, I turned my attention to my next opponent across the table—you.