Bang!
A piercing sound blasted into my ears.
My head shook violently from the impact and my eardrums tingled.
It hurts so much.
"Haha… There's the proof you need. It is a real gun. Now, humor me,"
A huge bald - head man with a thick mass of muscle guffawed in front of me.
He placed the revolver he shot right beside my ears on top of a baccarat table.
I was sitting in front of the baccarat table and across the table, a man was sitting on the other side.
He is to be my opponent.
We're to take turns in what would be a game called 'The last man gets to Live,'
It's not my kind of game, but I have no choice but to comply with the wishes of the maniac called 'Spencer Silver Blade,'
Why is he called that? I do not know and to be honest, I don't care either.
Spencer went back to taking a seat while staring at us as one of us gets to die while the other gets to live.
