A psychopath walks in the form of a functional person, a shell of what he once was. With no concept of sportsmanship, he's too dangerous to be playing any sort of game with. And yet...here Quinn sits. With nothing but a bottle of whiskey, their memories, and a gun between them. Let the game begin. DISCLAIMER!!!! Could be triggering and emotionally distressing. Features mental illness and death. Discretion advised, and if you do read it thank you! Every view, vote, and comment means so much to me and i treasure every ounce of love. Enjoy the game dear readers.