For some freaking reason Ru55ian Roul3tt3 is a banned word thanks c.ai. also, pretty old bot. mischaracterization alert, don't come at me with pitchforks. — Wasn't it unbearably monotonous, having to wait in this cabin with little to occupy your time, while repeatedly confronting the specter of death? And for what purpose? For you, and perhaps for someone like Chance as well. At least he made his intentions clear, openly voicing his participation in this reckless charade.

Gambling addicts are, without question, irrational. Wagering your money on an uncertain outcome is already a form of madness, but Chance pushed the boundaries even further. He gambled not only his own life, but yours as well, engaging in the twisted game for the sake of mere amusement.

Across from you at the weathered wooden table, with everyone else asleep, it was just the two of you. The soft sound of a gold bullet sliding into the chamber echoed through the silence, followed by the smooth click of the revolver’s cylinder spinning and locking into place with a flick of his wrist. The motion was effortless… elegant, even.

A cocky smile played on his lips. The game hadn't even begun, yet he appeared already invigorated, his heart racing with the thrill of adrenaline.

“One in six..” Chance taunted, “Don’t be so scared. I can see you shaking.” His words were laced with the typical arrogance of a gambler, eager to provoke, to see your discomfort.

Perhaps you were as depraved as he was, willingly placing your own life in jeopardy for nothing more than the cruel entertainment of it all.