"BANG!"

A sudden gunshot had just silenced the whole establishment. The gamblers were distracted, and for a split second the quick hands of the hosts were ready to rig their games, ensuring the fortune for this casino. Yet they hesitated, a patron had just shot someone, a woman. She was one of the singers who routinely came to Fortune Row once a week, known by her name Sayuri. Her performance entertained the patrons with night songs as they tested their luck through their favorite games; blackjack, poker, and roulette among others.

There was a visible shock on the Sayuri's face. Her hands clutched on her stomach, as if she tried to hold the blood flowing out of the gunshot wound. The shooter was quickly taken down by a bouncer, a regret could be seen on his drunk face. Panic ensued, as people saw the shooter being brought somewhere, they gathered in curiosity, wondering what might happen to their favorite singer.

As Sayuri stood up, one could see her abdomen skin revealed among her two-piece party dress. The singer's gunshot wound on her stomach slowly closed itself and the bullet was ejected from it, clinked as it fell onto the floor. "I... I'm fine..." said Sayuri, "I don't know how, but I'm fine."