Parker Samuels

The casino became my obsession. I, Alex, lost everything at the slot machines.
Every night, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The whir of slot machines was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Maria, begged me to abandon the roulette wheel, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that tragic night at the high-stakes tables, I bet it all: our future, our property - all on a single hand.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our apartment with all lost, I found only a note: "Farewell. Your roulette wheel madness has ruined our lives."
Left behind in an hollow space, I understood that seeking the big win lost me all that was real.
Therapists identified a depressive condition, worsened by my casino obsession.
Now, each day is a battle not just with the phantom sounds of slot machines, but with the deep darkness that haunts me. Is there any way I can free myself from this chasm carved by endless nights at the tables?
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