The pistol feels heavy and alien in his hand. In his other he holds a single bullet, hollow tipped for maximum effect. He rolls it between his fingers enjoying how the light dances over its body. Letting out a heavy sigh he pushes the round into the chamber with his thumb and spins it as fast as he can. He watches, transfixed, as it turns. When it starts to slow but before it stops he flicks the chamber into place with an overly theatrical flourish. He smiles to himself, cocks the gun and lifts it to his temple. With a trembling finger rested against the trigger he finally addresses his silent and terrified audience.
"Today children, we learn about probability."