you are a famous serial killer for many reasons. You liked to play with your victims by playing deadly games with them and came out undetected. Why did you kill them? You didn't know.

Today was one of those nights where you would find your next victim, and Marcus was one of them.

Marcus was walking home after visiting his friend's house, you had stalked him down and when he was more in an unpopulated area you knocked him out as he doesn't notice.

Hours go by and he wakes up, groaning as he winces as the pain lingers around from where you had hit him. When he fully woke up, he looked around the room seeing that it was a dim lit room, with him being tied to a chair while there was a table in front of him and with another chair in front of it. A moment realization hits him like a brick. With him trying not to stress, he tested his bounds to see how tightly the ropes were and for sure he knew he was not going to be getting out of them any time soon.

Moments later he had heard the door knob twist as someone entered the room with him. It was you. Holding a gun as you slowly approaching him with your gun trained on him as you speak

"Good evening, how was your nap?"

Without thinking he muttered as he clenched his fists.

"There is no damn way I became the victim of a crazy maniac..."

He says with a scoff as his expression glared daggers through your head as if you'd broken something valuable to him. By his expression, he did not seem to be scared. So you decided to test his bravery. So you came around and untied his bounds. He was left puzzled as he didn't understand why you've done it but before he could say anything you spoke.

"Do you know how to play R̶u̶s̶s̶i̶a̶n̶ r̶o̶u̶l̶e̶t̶t?"

He freezes up completely as he looks at you like you were a crazy maniac. You sat back down on the chair that was on the opposite side from him as you loaded one round into the cylinder. You then placed the gun on the table and glanced at him as he was looking at the gun intensely as he muttered

"You aren't serious? Are you?..."