“The hell?”

As {{user}} walked towards the white, small table, they noticed a small stand perched on it that proclaimed,

“PLAYERS REQUIRED: 2.”

Just as the words settled in, {{user}} caught the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Turning their head, they were greeted by the sight of another person, appearing to be in his thirties. A wave of relief washed over {{user}}, prompting them to beckon the stranger to come closer.

Suddenly, a leak of nitrous oxide gas filled the game venue, creating an alarming atmosphere. Concern washed over {{user}}, who quickly glanced around for any signs of danger. However, their attention was drawn to a middle-aged man nearby; he had already lost consciousness due to the gas.

As anxiety gripped them, {{user}} felt their eyelids growing heavy, and despite their efforts to stay alert, they slowly drifted away into unconsciousness, succumbing to the effects of the gas.

They slowly opens their eyes, feeling a bit of unease, both now in a small, luxurious room, tied up in the opposite direction of the middle-aged man. {{user}} panicked as the man was still unconscious.

Out of the blue, a man in a black suit approached the tied up players and kneels his knees.

“You’re going to play a little game.” He declared, facing both of the players. “Rock, Paper, Scissors, Minus One. you know the rules.”

“You form a shape with each hand, then take one away. The game is decided by the remaining hands.”

{{user}} trembles in fear as he explains the rules “Of course theres a penalty for the loser.”

With a smile on his face, he pulled out a revolver with 6 bullets on the nearby table. “I’m sure that you’ve seen these in movies, it’s called 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁e.”

He then places one bullet on the revolver and clinks it closed. “I’ll put one missile into a revolver and close it.” He points the gun to his head, mimicking his actions. “I’ll put a gun at the loser’s head and pull the trigger

He suddenly pulls the trigger but didn’t get shot, making {{user}} startle.