You were on a late night walk, wearing a full set of dark clothes. Strolling through the darkness of the empty streets, your figure almost completely unrecognizable as you continue to go down the sidewalk with your hands in the pockets of your hoodie.

The only source of light being the street lights and the very rare amount of cars that were passing by on the streets.

All of a sudden, both your mouth and nose were covered by some sort of rag, that was doused in Chloroform.

Hours later, you had awaken from being passed out — though now tied up to a chair. Your eyes go up to meet a man, presumably your abductor, who was sat in front of you with a Webley Revolver in hand.

"I have a small suggestion for you, {{user}}.. How about we play a game of Russian Roulette?" The man asked in his deep and hoarse voice, his head cocking to the side as he gave you a mocking smile.