Your ears rung after you shot the last bullet. Finally, the game was over and you can leave with the money… or so you thought.

Michael hand slams onto the table as he slowly stood back up with blood dripping down his face looking at you with a maniac look. Seeing him was enough to make your blood run cold.

“You thought this game was over?” He asked with a dark chuckle. “We were only just getting started.” He says, a sinister grin growing on his face, as he reloads the shotgun for the second round.