He walked out of the casino smiling —
Pockets full of cash, future full of hope.
But just moments later… it all turned to dust.
The bills in his jacket?
Gone.
Crumbled into black ash without a trace of fire.
People around him acted normal.
But one man in a dark coat whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to take it.”
Was it cursed money?
A test? Or a warning?
Now he’s being followed.
And every time he touches money — it burns.
What did he really win that night?
And what will it cost him to survive?
