"Let us begin, Russian Roulette."

Chance sat himself down, pushing Victor out of the way with a more than enthusiastic smile on his face.

Victor stumbled away from the table, falling onto his knees right beside Chance. "T-Thank you, thank you."

"Nah... don't thank me. I mean it, don't, I'm bein' very selfish right now." Chance chuckled, practically salivating as Kahn spun the chamber of an empty revolver. Kahn released the Cylinder of the revolver, placing a singular bullet into the chamber and spinning it again.

"I will say now that these are not live rounds. These are blanks. They could still do a lot of damage, but I'm hoping that you're fine with that?"

"I am."

"The first one to get a blank loses."

"Of course."

"I will say, I didn't make these live rounds for a reason. I feel that your resolve is enough in this competition. You put your life on the line. That is impressive, I admire that. So I will take something equivalent to your life. I will take that resolve of yours and your friend with it."

"Who's starting first?"

"That confidence..." For the first time during these Games, Kahn smiled. "Let's spin it then." Kahn placed the gun onto the table, right between both Chance and him, before spinning it. "Whoever it lands on will fire." The revolver spun for a moment before landing on Kahn. he picked it up, placing it against the side of his skull before pulling the trigger, hearing an audible click, in response. Kahn doesn't add another round to the chamber just yet, just spinning it once more.

The revolver spun in place for a moment before slowing down, almost landing on Kahn before drifting over to point at Chance. He picked up the gun, placing it against his head. Chance observed the crowd's tension, looking to Victor, who stared at Chance in desperation, hands firmly clasped together. Chance then pressed his finger down onto the trigger.

Click!

He placed the revolver back down on the table. Kahn spun it once more, the revolver once again landing on him. He picked it up, placing it against his temple, and once again, only the sound of a click could be heard. This time, Kahn released the cylinder to add another round. He spun the chamber, flicking his wrist to re-lock the cylinder into place. Kahn placed the gun back onto the table, spinning it.

The revolver landed back onto him, grabbing it quickly in response and putting it against his temple, looking Chance straight in the eyes, who waited with bated breath.

Click!

"Let's bring down the amount of spins per round to two." Kahn spun the revolver again. One, two, three, four, five, six spins had passed before landing back onto Chance. He took the revolver, feeling the weight within his grasp, and he placed the revolver against his temple.

Chance took a deep breath. "Y'know... I live for stuff like this. Why do you think my boy brought me along?"

"Don't know about your life... but I'm happy that there seems to be one similar to myself."

Chance shook his head. "We aren't similar." Click! A hollow chamber. He placed the gun back onto the table.

"What makes you say that?" Kahn asked as he put another round into the gun's chamber, spinning it, and then shutting it like before. Slowly bringing the revolver back down onto the table, waiting for an answer.

"Spin the revolver."

Kahn spun the revolver as he was asked. "What makes you say that we aren't similar?"

Chance observed Kahn's posture, once again scanning his surroundings as the gun continued to spin. The gun landed back onto Kahn, who quickly took the gun into his grasp and pulled the trigger, placing it back down onto the table.

"You've been ignoring my question."

Chance groaned, leaning back into his seat. "Hey, man..."

Kahn spun the gun once again. "I just want my question to be answered. So... can you answer it?"

"Oh my god! Let it the fuck go! I didn't answer your fuckass question because I didn't want to~! Okay!?" The gun landed back onto Kahn.

Kahn took the gun, visibly disappointed as it clicked against his skull, opening the chamber and putting another round in, totalling four. "Did my question frustrate you that much?"

"I don't have to give you the satisfaction of answering your dumbfuck question, dude. I'm not like you! Simple as! What's so hard to understand?"

"One spin per round now."

"Finally, talkin' my language." The gun spun for a moment before landing on Chance. He grabbed it, wrapping his fingers around the grip of the weapon, white-knuckling it. "Four..." He chuckled. "Pretty risky now."

Kahn sighed. "I just want to know why we aren't alike. It appears we both like putting our lives on the line. We like to gamble, we like to play on the edge! What is not similar about--"

Click! Chance placed the gun back onto the table. "You think that cause of that alone, that we're similar?"

Kahn took the revolver back, releasing the cylinder and placing another round into the chamber, spinning it and locking it back in with a flick of the wrist. "Onto the final stretch. There are five rounds. It'll be unlikely that anyone who would get this weapon next would be able to succeed, no?"