The dimly lit, abandoned casino emitted a thrilling ambiance as a focused beam of bright light cascaded from a drone suspended from the ceiling.
In the center of the lit area, a man in casual clothes, wearing plastic gloves, steadily dissected with a scalpel—a mummified corpse—peeling away the dry, withered organs and blood vessels, muttering various technical terms under his breath.
Not far from him, within the shadowy reaches the light didn't touch, on either side of a poker table, and in the croupier's position, a long-haired woman ghost, her face entirely covered, was shuffling what appeared to be a very abnormal deck of cards.
In front of the two ghostly figures were several chips, each of differing design. In front of the specter wrapped in tendrils from a twenty-one-eyed die, lay six or seven varieties of chips, each adorned with a terrified human face.
