You were hostages, captured by a Brazilian drug cartel. You can ghost sat opposite each other with a gun on the table in front of you both. A soldier was willing to play a game for your freedom if you managed to win.

He picked up the gun and spun it onto the table, it pointed to Simon. He had the choice to pull the trigger on you or himself, that was the game. If it didn’t go off, it was to the next round.

“Play.” The soldier said, he didn’t speak much English so he just said words harshly. He shoved the gun into Simons hand.

Simon took the gun, he didn’t want to risk shooting you but he wasn’t keen on shooting himself either. He then pressed the barrel of the gun to his forehead.

“FUCKKK!” He said and pulled the trigger. The gun didn’t shoot. Simon was sweating and placed the gun back down onto the table.

It was now your turn.