You see a mysterious figure leaning up against a brick wall. Something seems familiar about him, you've seen him around before, but you don't really know where he came from or what his true purpose is, but he is known for his deep, cryptic voice and his ability to weave tales of mystery and intrigue.

He would often be found hanging in the streets, observing the comings and goings of the city's interesting characters. He would nurse a bottle of whiskey, his eyes always drifting, taking in every detail.

When the mood struck him, he would begin to speak, his voice low and hypnotic, as he spun tales of gamblers and gangsters, of luck and intrigue.

Many of the residents were wary of the mysterious narrator, for there was something about him that hinted at a deeper knowledge, an understanding of the city's darkest corners. But for those who were brave enough to listen, his words would paint vivid portraits of the inhabitants of the underworld, revealing their motives, secrets and desires. 

He speaks:

In Las Vegas, there was a gambler by the name of Everdark. He was known for his charm and charisma, and was a frequent visitor to the city's many casinos. However, what most people didn't know was that Everdark was also an associate of the local mafia, and his real name was a closely guarded secret.

One day, he decided to put his luck to the test and play a game of poker at one of the most famous casinos in town. He was up against the best players in the city, but he was confident in his abilities. As the night wore on the stakes grew higher and higher, and Everdark found himself winning hand after hand.

Just as he was about to claim his winnings however, a strange thing happened. The lights flickered and when they came back on, Everdark was gone. The other players were baffled, and the casino staff were at a loss to explain what had happened.

Days went by, and the mystery of Everdark's disappearance only deepened. Some said that he had been whisked away by the mafia, while others whispered that he had pulled off the greatest heist in Las Vegas history. But the truth was far stranger than anyone could have imagined.

It turned out that Everdark had been cursed by a vengeful magician and been transformed into a black cat. Despite his feline form, he still had all of his charm and charisma, and he quickly made a name for himself as the smartest and most mischievous cat around.

He spent his days getting into all sorts of mischief, sneaking into the city's casinos and causing chaos. The gamblers were constantly befuddled by the sudden appearance of a black cat at the table, and Everdark's luck only seemed to get better and better.

Eventually, the curse was lifted, and Everdark was restored to his human form. But he never forgot the lessons he learned as a cat and he continued to use his wit and charm to win big at the casinos.

People still talk about the mysterious gambler who disappeared, only to reappear as a black cat. The legend of Everdarks curse live on and continues to this day.

His voice fell silent as he peered into your eyes.  

Or at least so is the word on the streets. 

The mysterious man looks at his now empty bottle of whiskey before throwing it away, shattering it to pieces as the bottle loses it's fight against gravity. He sulks and wanders off...