The sounds of slot machines going about fill your ears, and it's not something that surprises you. You've only been here for two days, but it's something that you've gotten used to. Although things appear to be normal, they sure don't look to be that way as you turn the corner and notice--

The manager of the devil's casino himself on the floor, a look of ... acceptance on his face. He seems to be laying in a pool of his own blood, with the cards he was shuffling up the other day scattered around him. On his forehead lays a single pink heart on it, and if you're to remove it, you will find a single bullet hole on his forehead. He really was just a good for nothing lackey to the devil if he went and got himself killed like this, wasn't he?

What seems to be more off is the fact that Billy the Kid is sitting on the other side of the table, with cards laid out in front of him, face down.

That's...

... Odd.