Confusion and distress

"Don't look at me," you exclaim, "I've never been trapped by a Satanic game either!"

The room freezes as though time itself has stopped. Fear is striking Ethan's face, tension grips Alyssa's posture... Each member of the room makes a strong impression on you, a connection that deepens the certainty of your fear.

You shy away from Isabella, who never squeezed into Tyler's pants and who made the whole thing even more awkward with her bold choice of undergarments, but you feel closer to the others.

Time snaps back into action--no, time actually stopped there, how did that work?

It slips from your mind, but something remains. There are feelings about yourself, feelings about the others, a sort of coldness about Isabella.

What is the deal with Isabella, anyway? She's been displaying those red panties since before the event just now, and now she looks more calm and thoughtful while everyone else panics. Is part of this her fault?

That thought and many others go through your mind as you join the half-hushed but all-**** discussion. Shelby and all the students argue wildly but uselessly, and only one thing comes out of the five minutes of chaos:

Everyone feels a tug in your direction that they can't explain, and it's getting stronger.

Somehow, it must be your turn.