Russian Roulette

"I think your countdown is a bit wrong," someone interrupted, breaking the serious atmosphere.

The woman turned her helpless gaze toward the person who always found a way to pull her legs out from under her—yes, the same one who had turned on rock music.

"What's wrong?"

"There's only one bullet, and you haven't even started the game yet."

"Oh, right." It turned out this disruptor was correct. The woman coughed and fixed the issue. "The game is Russian roulette. One bullet in a revolver will decide the fate of the unlucky. If you don't act before I count to ten, my friend here will blow your head open. Either you pull the trigger yourself or confess. Don't bother lying—we can tell very easily. Many brave ones have tried their luck, to no avail."