"Russian Roulette," Max finally murmured, his voice calm but tense. "The designer of this nightmare really knows how to mess with people."
"For those unfamiliar, allow me to educate you."
The voice paused, as if relishing the growing tension in the room. Then, it continued, deliberate and slow.
"Russian Roulette," it explained, "is a game of chance, fear, and luck. A revolver is loaded with bullets, the cylinder spun, and participants take turns pressing the barrel to their temple and pulling the trigger. A simple spin of the cylinder determines whether you live… or die. Now specific rules of the game can vary according to the organiser's wish."
Leslie's face twisted with disbelief. "This… this is insane! You're saying we're supposed to sit down, spin the cylinder, and… and hope we're not the unlucky one?!"
Leslie's voice cracked as panic crept in.