You are tied up,

And the gun is pointing towards you.

And you're stuck in a room with just that gun.

4 out of the 6 chambers are loaded.

It's set to go off in 30 seconds.

You have a slim chance of the chambers spinning in your favor.

If not, blood will cover the walls with your name.

You cry and start to wish you did things that you couldn't do.

You start to remember your family and friends.

Wondering if they would stick with you till the end of this.

But let me ask you something while you're in the moment...

What about you?

Didn't you ever believe?

That you were the killer of your murder case?

That you held the knife with a bloody chest of your own?

That your tears were the victim?

Your eyes aren't even yours...

They're the devil's advocate.

Plotting for the next excuse why to end themselves.

Can't you see?

No?

Well...

I guess when the light is shown,

The non-believers will switch their minds out of fear.

Here comes the bullet...

3...

2...

1...

-click-

Nothing happened.

Is your heart about to explode?

Is a sense of relief flowing your way?

As it should.

Guess what?

There was never any bullets loaded in your gun.

But you saw a loaded barrel and thought of only death.

Hey, why don't you look at yourself real fast?

You'll notice the rope is gone.

To be honest, there was never one there,

Not in my eyes.

But in yours,

You saw chains that restricted your movement.

When you could move all along.

You can move any limb in your body.

Your arms and legs.

It feels great, doesn't it?

Hey,

Can I ask you to do one more thing for me?

Can you hug yourself for me?

It's the towel you'll need in order to dry off the darkness.