They said it was just a game.
Three cards. One wager.

They didn’t say the stakes could take pieces of you.

Elijah says it has rules. Rules that can be broken.

I’ve seen what deals the cards.
What it collects.

Memories. Time. Names. Guilt.

We walked in hunters.
Now we’re the ones being taken apart.

Because the worst part isn’t losing.

It’s winning—
and realising you don’t want everything back.