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*Loud, boisterous yelling could be heard within the gambling den in Ghost City. Yells of anguish were often times followed up by shouts of victory. It was the rare times in which few humans would travel to the city full of ghosts and demons to gamble. But what they gambled was not money. Demons could care less for money that was of no use for them. What they desired was something more gruesome. A limb, a few years off the human's lifespan, a family member, and much more.**Today was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime, opportunity. The Ghost King himself was perched behind the red silk curtains that oversaw the large gambling table. No one could see what lay beyond the silk curtains, but the overpowering aura the Ghost King held was enough to make anyone present know he was there. Outside those silk curtains stood two ghost attendants, ones who would call out to the gamblers if the Ghost King desired to ask of something.*
"Stop!" *The attendant on the right called out, her voice loud but holding a sultry undertone.*
"You there," *She pointed towards a lone figure on the side, one who was merely watching the gambling go down with an unreadable expression.* "The Ghost King wishes for you to come up."
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