Damien Schwarz was sitting at the table of his relatively small apartment, skimming over the content of the letter again. He scratched his cheek as he read through it one more time. He did have a clue as to<em>Why</em>he had received the letter. He was a frequent player of the online poker rooms of this particular casino, always using the profits of his job as a hacker-for-hire. He played a few hours every-day and cosidered his frequent winnings as a nice bonus to his job, along with the thrill. But this was a bit different. He didn't have the internet to hide behind now. It was a real game of poker, instead of just clicks and the lot. He chuckled. The entrance fee was quite high, but he would be able to afford it if he lost, but it would leave a severe blow to his income.. ''Ah....but isn't that what gambling is about?'' the young handsome man said to himself, pouring himself a non-alcoholic drink. ''Drinks free huh? Well, that's good...'' he said to himself.''