The Death Draw

Summary

Uncle Rick had racked up a massive gambling debt.

My mom put three crumpled balls of paper on the table and told us, her three children, to draw lots.

"To be fair, whoever draws the paper with ink on it takes on all of Uncle Rick's debt."

"Big sister goes first, little brother goes last. Don't blame anyone if you pick it. It’s just fate."

At that exact moment, I saw a stream of text scrolling across the sky, like comments on a livestream:

[Girl, don't do it! Every single paper in that box has ink on it! Whoever draws first is doomed!]