Your head is pounding when you come to, it takes a moment for your vision to focus, when it does, your surroundings become clear.

A dark room with a bright single light in the corner, a table where you’re handcuffed. Not to mention the revolver on the table and the single bullet beside it, along with the woman sitting opposite of you.

“Buenos días, are you ready for a game?” The Spanish woman asked, a crazy look in her eyes as she grabs the weapon and pushes the lone bullet into it.