That day, Smoke hung in the air. Mahjong tiles cracked against the table like small acts of violence. Under a single lamp, the players emerged just enough to be seen, then slipped back into shadow. No names. No introductions. No one cared who you were outside the light. All that matters, IS TO WIN. This is a recreation of what it was like, The outfits were planned to fit how it was like. and only the lady boss of the house was the prominent one. the rest were just name less and fodder in the place.