Welcome to Sin city. Now with 50% more sin. (Sean, Sai, Core)

"Where did you go earlier?" a soft voice quietly spoke through the darkness of the bedroom. No answer came for the question asked. "Oh come on. I know you can talk. Say something" the voice spoke again, this time louder and now sounding a bit upset. Still no reply came. Somebody did speak though. "Is that you Sophia?" It was her aunt. She had heard her. Sophia laid back down and put her blanket over her to pretend she was asleep in case her aunt came to look in the room. She did not though. She just thought she imagined somebody talking and went back to sleep. That was fortunate for Sophia. She did not want to be caught. So Sophia was left alone in her room. Well, not alone at all really. She was rarely alone nowadays while awake.

A shadow hovered near the window, blocking the light from outside. It was around five in the morning in Henderson, Nevada. The sun would not rise for about another hour. The shadow by the window belonged to a being of a very strange nature. One that little Sophia knew nothing about and did not even understand. Because of that, she called it 'Billy'. It was a name the creature cared for not. It just possessed no desire to insist on being referred to as something else. As to where it had been. Just wandering about the night doing whatever it felt the need to do. Despite its tendency to travel long distances and be gone for periods of time, it had found a place not too far from here that it had become drawn to. That place was Las Vegas. Otherwise known as Sin city. It was a center of a lot of activity. The sheer nature of the place made it very easy for Billy to do as he pleased. Some of the chaos he had managed to cause the last couple of nights was tremendous. Soon he would do it again, and again, and again. In fact, when nightfall hit again, he would be an emissary of chaos once again. Sophia would go to school and that day and an impatient entity would not be around her at all. It snuck off to its destination for more chaos.

There was an argument going on at a major casino. A pair of drunk men fighting over who knows what anymore. It was starting to get out of hand though. Maybe something would be done to stop it soon. Elsewhere in the casino of course, there was gambling. Lots of gambling. Not everyone was playing fair though. As to be expected. Security guards in the back room were trying to monitor the entire casino so they could prevent any and all attempts at cheating.

"Table 3 clear." came from one guard

"Somebody is winning a lot at table 5 though." a guard stated as he watched the live feed. Then it went dead. In fact several cameras just stopped working all of a sudden. The guards started to panic and things went into a frenzy of fears of sabotage until the head guard calmed everybody down. "Enough. We may have blown a fuse or something. Inform the rest of the guards while I check the power outlet." he said as he departed.

He wandered down to the basement to check the system. The guard opened up the fuse box to see if everything was in working order. A couple of switches had been flipped off. "What the hell?" he said aloud with some frustration. The basement was kept locked and was locked when he arrived. What idiot came down here and did this. He flipped the switches back on and called the security room. "I just reactivated the panel. Is everything worked again?"

"Yes sir." was the response he got. He then decided to take a look around and see if whomever turned off the power was still here. Who knows if he would find anyone.

Oberon hated gambling. Upon arrival in the United States, he had been introduced to many new things, among them poverty in the masses, large centers for storing wealth that seemed to dominate the local people, and places that offered a quick and easy way to become impoverished. Of course, that didn't stop Oberon from further examining these instances. The way this peculiar country's citizens lived fascinated him, especially their seeming will to relinquish all of their earnings based on chance. The place that seemed to him to be most readily able to provide information on the subject would be the city they called "Sin City", in the heart of the nation. The state of the city did not surprise him as much as the residents did. The locals and other visitors like him all seemed fairly well-off. He pushed through a door of one of the local casinos, to find a couple security guards running around in peculiar manners. He ignored the oddity and continued inward, towards a set of tables. Standing over the shoulder of a shorter man, Oberon examined the game being played. After a short time, the man stood up, gathering some plastic disks in his hands before walking away, where he exchanged them for money. "So I take it these are the losers?" He thought for a moment, looking around at the others at the table, who all appeared disgruntled. He looked behind him again, where the apparent winner had gone to feast with his winnings. "What a queer land."

He shook his head, and headed over to the man, for no reason other than the fact that the table had been abandoned. "And if luck is on my side, I'll be able to learn something."

Down in the basement of the casino, the security guard looked around for any sign of whomever may be responsible for turning the switches off. It seemed to be empty, because it was. It had been Billy who had turned the power off. Though he really had no idea that he had done so. Minutes ago, Billy had been lurking around the basement and found the fusebox, but had no clue what it was for. After flipping a pair of switches off and seeing nothing around him happen, it had just given up and gone elsewhere. It was still in the casino though. Just hiding in the meantime. Eventually, the guard gave up his search and went back upstairs. "All clear." he said after entering the security room. It was back to the routine work for them.

The gambling results of that night had generally been favoring the house. Good for business and all that for them to hang on to their money. There were a few exceptions here and there though. The 2nd set of slots were being really generous tonight, and tables 5 and 8 weren't faring very well either. Luckily one of the big winners had seemingly retired for the night. Or at the very least taken a break from his winnings. The bartender had gotten word from the more sleazy casino managers to get people as drunk as possible early on to get them to gamble and lose a lot. He was now serving the patrons with some heavy alcohol-laden drinks all while chatting them up to keep them drinking.