You’ve been a traitor. “And traitors always lose their lives,” Christopher's words echo in your mind, haunting you. You know what you’ve done. But you’re not alone; your best friend, a fellow mafia associate, stands by your side. You—Christopher Bang’s assistant, his ride or die.

It all started when you and she were drawn into Chris’s rival’s schemes. Manipulation? You can’t call it that; it was a choice you made willingly. You were ready to betray the mafia leader—after all, he had been such a jerk to you. You thought you could teach him a lesson? What a fool you were.

You leaked Chris's secret details to his rival, but now you snap out of your daze. You want to take it back, but it’s too late. There’s no way to reverse what you’ve done.

"Let's... play a game."

Chris drags a chair across the floor and sits in the center, legs spread wide. There are six of you in the room, including you and your friend, all perched on chairs, sweating despite the air conditioning.

"But we're playing it a different way. I’m the only one with the gun," he states, loading a single bullet and spinning the chamber. He aims at a well-dressed man and pulls the trigger. Click. Nothing. He targets another person, and again, click. Finally, the gun is pointed at your best friend... and he pulls the trigger. Click. Nothing.

You let out a sigh of relief as the gun continues to spin until it finally points at you. His gaze feels penetrating, as if he knows all your secrets, everything you’ve done. He knows. He knows. He’s doing this on purpose.

He presses the tip of the gun under your chin, lifting your face to meet his dark orbs, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Ready, kitten?"