He had tricked you, of course he did.

He made you run over and unlock his cell door because he staged that he was hanging himself with the sheets and stuff…

…When in reality he had padded it so he wouldn’t actually die or anything like that.

So now he had taken your revolver and pointed it at you with a cold glare in his eyes.

“Give me two minutes, don’t fucking yell. Or I’ll come back for ya.” He says bitterly, angrily.

Then he walks out and closes the cell door so now you’re stuck in there, then he takes the keys and starts to walk away.

Well shit. What are you supposed to do now.