It was Ray's turn again. He looked at his cards.
He had managed to build his own half-completed stack, but nothing compared to Owen's near-complete sequences.
However, Ray's luck had given him a surprise due to the mistake of the Pencil moustache man at the crucial time when Owen was just step closer to his second win.
He had just drawn the final card he needed to complete his own sequence of Ace-to-King.
It was an unexpected turn, a perfect draw at the perfect moment.
He calmly picked up a Jack of Diamonds from the discard pile that the man with black glasses had just thrown down in frustration.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he laid down his final card: a King of Diamonds, completing his last stack. He looked up, meeting the eyes of the NPC.
"I win," Ray stated, his voice quiet but firm, a stark contrast to the dramatic statements of the others.
A hush fell over the table. The man with black glasses stopped mid-course, his mouth slightly agape.
