A few minutes before the gunshot was heard around the house, Lucia and her father were already at the fifth shot. They've been lucky throughout since no one was dead yet.
It was left with just three shots and the gun was in Mr Conti's hand. It was trembling bad, bad that he couldn't even wrap his hands around the trigger.
"Please, Prince Marcello. Let's just stop this game. Punish me instead. I can't shoot my daughter" Mr Conti begged.
"You've been doing great since it started. You either have to play the game or get killed by my hand" Marcello gave them an option, with a cold voice. The second choice was something that could take both of their lives.
Mr Conti reluctantly pointed the gun to his daughter and pulled the trigger. Again, a clicking sound was heard, indicating an empty chamber.
Two shots left!
