Solbi works at the tallest skyscraper in Macau, a city full of high-flying buildings and high-flying people.

She works at the center table, the card-dealer around which the world revolves. The gem of management, she has never once lost a table of money.

Yet, like fools, the men always came, flocking around her table like geese.

Perhaps it was the game they were attracted to. Perhaps it was her. Perhaps there was no difference.

There are wild rumors flying around. Whispers that whoever wins the game at her table wins her as well.

She needn't worry. She's never lost a game.

Right?

Until the day Kim Jongin walks in. Ice-cold face and eyes that ate her.

But Solbi has secrets of her own. She is a girl of fire, buried too deep inside the ice of money and wealth.

Perhaps she meant for it to be this way.

If she had it her way, Kim Jongin would ever know.