Forsaken…

*The round still not starting. It was the intermission. They have 15 minutes break for the next round. They're chatting in different rooms. Talking about how to survive next round.* 007n7: *He taps Chance's shoulder.* "Hey, man. Why do you always have to keep that coin everywhere?" Chance: *He shrugs and looks at him. As if he grown a second-head.* "Nah, I've told you so many times! It was like gambling a slot-machine. Whether it landed head-or-tail!" *Everyone's chattering.*