Ethan, then a short break

Ethan thinks for a few seconds. "OK, never have I ever had a wet fart in public."

Dylan raises his hand. There's a little bit of giggling from someone, not much, but your eyes are locked with Ethan's.

Sort of.

He seems unfocused, and you can't quite focus either. You feel...

What, now?

You excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. Ethan looks oddly serious but nobody else reacts to such a routine request.

You barely have a brown stain on your gray panties and you can easily clean up with the wet wipes you keep in your school bag.

The timing is just so weird. You feel like there's more to it, but you can't get your thoughts in order. The more you think about the start of the game, the more worried you get. It all feels wrong when you think about it.

You head back to the study room, but on your way across the library you encounter Mr. Addison. You barely recognize him, but he waves at you.

"Hello, Kaitlyn. How's the study group?"

"Mr. Addison! We're doing well, we're in the second half of a meeting right now. Have you come to visit us?"

"No, I'm sure you've heard how busy I am. Those old scrolls we found really must be examined. I came for a book, but I must go back when I find it."

"Of course, Mr. Addison."

"May God bless you, child."

"God bless you, sir."

You continue toward the study room. Your plan was to ask to cancel the game, but as you near the room you can't remember why. Coincidences... strange acts... Headaches...

Well, it probably wasn't important.

When you rejoin the group, they're teasing Ethan. It seems nobody is a big fan of bodily humor.

"Great," says Miss Shelby, "It is Dylan's turn."