Cyrus sat across from Clement, absorbing every detail of the network of dark magic users. Clement was more forthcoming than usual, possibly because he sensed the urgency in Cyrus's request. As their conversation wound down, Clement leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You know, Cyrus," Clement began, "there's a poker game tonight. High stakes. You might find it... interesting."

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Poker? I'm not much of a gambler."

Clement chuckled. "This isn't your typical game. The stakes are, let's say, unconventional. It's a good place to gather information. Plus, it might help you understand the... culture around here."

Cyrus hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. I'll give it a shot."

Later that night, Cyrus followed Clement to a nondescript building on the outskirts of Sunnydale. The interior was dimly lit, smoky, and filled with the murmur of hushed conversations. As they walked in, he noticed several demons and vampires gathered around a large table, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Clement led him to the table, where a few of the players looked up, sizing Cyrus up with curiosity and mild suspicion. One particularly burly demon grunted in acknowledgment.

"New guy, huh?" the demon growled.

Clement nodded. "Cyrus, meet the guys. Guys, this is Cyrus."

As Cyrus took a seat, he couldn't help but notice the center of attention: a small cage filled with kittens. His stomach churned as he realized these were the "live stakes" Clement had mentioned.

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The game began, and Cyrus quickly realized this was no ordinary poker game. The players were ruthless, their eyes darting between their cards and each other, assessing every move. Clement, however, remained calm, occasionally throwing a reassuring glance at Cyrus.

Cyrus tried to focus, keeping his expression neutral as he played his hand. He quickly picked up on the tension in the room—this game wasn't just about winning; it was about dominance and control.

The minutes turned into hours, and the pile of kittens in the center grew and shrank with each hand. Cyrus's stomach twisted with every gamble, but he knew he had to stay focused. This wasn't just a game; it was an opportunity to gather information and earn the trust of those around him.

Clement leaned over, whispering, "You're doing well. Just stay calm."

Cyrus nodded, forcing himself to concentrate. He managed to win a few hands, gaining a small pile of kittens. The other players began to respect him, their initial suspicion giving way to grudging acceptance.

As the night wore on, Cyrus overheard snippets of conversation—mentions of rituals, alliances, and betrayals. The information was invaluable, painting a clearer picture of the dark network operating in Sunnydale.

Finally, the game ended, and the players began to disperse. Clement and Cyrus stood, gathering their winnings. Clement handed a kitten to Cyrus, who gently cradled it in his hands.

"Good game," Clement said, a hint of pride in his voice. "You handled yourself well."

Cyrus smiled faintly. "Thanks. And thanks for the invite. I learned a lot."

Clement nodded. "Remember Cyrus, in this world, information is power. Keep your ears open and your wits about you."

As Cyrus left the building, the kitten nestled safely in his jacket, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The game had been a test, one he had passed. He now had valuable information and had earned a bit more trust in the demonic underworld.

Returning to his room, Cyrus released the kitten, watching as it scampered off to explore. He lay back on his bed, exhaustion setting in, but his mind buzzed with the knowledge he had gained. The fight against the dark forces in Sunnydale was far from over, but he was ready to face whatever came next.

The next day, Cyrus found a kind-hearted neighbor who was more than willing to take care of the kitten. Relieved, he knew the little creature was in good hands, allowing him to focus entirely on the battles ahead.