Testing your luck. (S's backstory)

The light flickers. You. Him. Sitting across each other in a blood covered round table, the only source of light was a light bulb hanging just a few feet above, looking like it would give out any second. Between you two, a pistol. He stares at you, not moving or speaking. It doesn't even sound like he was breathing. All you could hear was your heart pounding. It took you a second, but you realize what the pistol was for. He reaches over and spins the gun. Its roulette. The barrel of the gun points at you. You pick it up and begin the game.