Game Gone Wrong

The Beast's amusement seemed to have no bounds as he reveled in the chaos he had created. He appeared to relish every twist and turn of the situation, turning it into a macabre spectacle.

With a flourish, he produced two handguns, one for Rick and one for Mia, each with a single bullet loaded.

"Now, my dear guests," the Beast declared dramatically, "let's play a little game, shall we? A game of trust, betrayal, and survival."

He handed the guns to Rick and Mia, who accepted them with a sense of dread and resignation. The weight of the situation pressed down on them, the guns in their hands symbols of their perilous predicament.

The Beast continued, his voice dripping with theatricality, "Here's how it works. Each gun has only one bullet. You will take turns, one after the other. Rick, you'll go first. If your gun is empty when you pull the trigger, it's Mia's turn to shoot. And if her gun is empty when she pulls the trigger, it's back to you. Whoever dies first loses the game."

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