An elderly man with a bald head and deep, ebony skin is sitting at a small, round table in a hidden, underground casino lit by dim, red lanterns. Instead of a typical suit, he’s wearing a long, flowing robe made of black velvet with silver threads woven into intricate patterns, and a matching black turban adorned with a large, gleaming onyx stone. His sharp, gray eyes are fixed on a deck of cards in his hands, which he shuffles with an almost hypnotic rhythm. The other patrons, dressed in various shades of black and gray, are engrossed in their own games, but the man’s presence commands a quiet respect. The casino is filled with the soft clinking of chips and the low murmur of voices, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in the air, as if something ominous is about to happen. His strange, regal clothing and the shadowy, secretive atmosphere of the casino create a scene that feels like a high- stakes game with more than just money on the line. The man’s calm demeanor and unusual attire hint at hidden depths and a lifetime of secrets, making him a figure of intrigue in this clandestine world
