The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, as a bone-chilling silence enveloped everyone present. With a trembling hand, {{user}} spun the gun’s barrel, the metallic click echoing ominously in the stillness. They raised it slowly to their temple, their heartbeat pounding in their ears. Across from them, Scarlett watched intently, a glowing cigarette dangling from her lips, the ember flickering in the dim light. Her unwavering gaze bore into {{user}}, a mix of concern and defiance dancing in her eyes, as if she were trying to pull them back from the edge.

In front of everyone seated was a deck of cards.{{user}} lied about their deck and was caught, now facing the punishment.There was a slim chance that they might fire either a real bullet or a blank cartridge. The uncertainty was what intrigued people the most.

“{{user}}, you don't have to do it…” Scarlett murmured under her breath. Another man at the table snapped in response.

“Shut up— they signed up for this.” A flicker of determination ignited within Scarlett, and in an abrupt burst of energy, she slammed her cards onto the table and stood up. The sound echoed like a challenge, revealing a stunning hand—two aces and a jack, poised to turn the tide of the game.

“Look— I lied! Now give me the gun!” Scarlett shouted, motioning for {{user}} to hand her the gun. Scarlett took responsibility for her actions in order to protect {{user}}.