'Who the hell sent me this?' Midari placed the seven rounds onto the desk and examined the white case further. The inside of the case revealed two black plastic trays. She tried to take out the trays however they were placed in tightly with little to no space between them and the overall case. After a minute of uninhibited tenacity, Midari was able to take out both. The bottom tray revealed nothing underneath, the same could not be said for the top tray. A folded piece of paper was taped to the top portion of the case. Midari pulled the taped piece of paper from the case and began to unfold said paper. It read with just a single sentence, Enjoy Yourself Beautification Officer. The handwriting matched the packaging although the penmanship was more elegant. 'This is unexpected. Who would have given me seven rounds for my revolver? Sure, I have played with my gun around a few people around the academy for the better part of a year now. In that year, I have not killed a single student, an allotment of body parts have been wounded though, unfortunately no amputations or lost senses besides maybe some hearing loss but hell, it pales in comparison to stabbing your own eye out with an ink pen.' Nobody came to mind in particular in terms of wanting revenge. Even if a person had a vendetta against Midari, why send her a package of bullets. Putting the paper down, she turned to see the seven rounds. 'Why seven rounds, six empty and one unfired?' Midari's revolver had a cylinder that could only hold six rounds like many other revolvers. But even with an odd number of rounds, only one is usable. 'Wait. Maybe this is a game. To enjoy myself truly, the only way I can achieve my end is through chance. One turn, one round, all probability.'
She pulled out the .44 magnum from her beautification bag, picked up the unfired round, and entered it into the cylinder. Midari's heart rate began to speed up as she spun the cylinder multiple times. She sat down in her chair behind the desk, gun in her left hand, right hand down her pants. She could begin to feel her panties getting moist, one last spun of the cylinder before locking it into place. Is this fate? Can this round be the one to set her free? Will this mysterious person honor Midari's ill suited desire? She pulled the hammer back. Body temperature increased as the intensity of the situation escalated. Her pupils contracted as she stared at the white fluorescent ceiling light. The iris surrounding said pupils altered to an extreme tint of yellow. She bit her bottom lip to the point where blood could be tasted. Just one pull, goddammit just one more pull. She started to pant to raise her heart rate even further. Playing with herself to near completion, the end was nigh. 'A good life...good enough.'...Bang. She made the one in six chance...and won. Everything stayed black as she believed deafening bliss was achieved. Only this was a temporary moment of sensory overload. Physically reaching climax numbed Midari to the point where she did not even realize that her mortality was still intact, unfortunately. Immediately Midari opened the cylinder and pushed out the bullet. It appeared that it was a customized blank disguised to look like a real bullet. Her heart rate began to increase dramatically as rage filled her body. The door to her office was opened rapidly with the Office Secretary entering in a panic. "Midari. Are you okay? I heard a gun go off…" Mako saw Midari holding her .44 magnum with pants and panties down to her ankles, it was not exactly proper office etiquette. Sadly Mako was now in the direction of an enraged Midari. 'Mako get the fuck out of my office! Can't you see that I was so close to my ending‽' Mako was worried and confused. "Ugh your ending? Should I contact the nurse?" Midari placed her gun on her desk and picked up her bottoms. 'No! Just leave my office now and speak none of this to anyone, got it‽' Mako knew the look in Midari's eyes was unmitigated hatred. If she stayed any longer there could be a possibility that she might be in danger. "Yes, Beautification Officer Ikishima." Mako slammed the door shut and resumed her duties as if nothing just transpired. Midari sat back down in her chair. The rage present began to subside and sadness became the substitute. She leaned towards her desk and started to sob. 'I'm sorry.'