You kids are too serious. (Anger route.)

It is Miss Shelby's turn. She shakes her head with disappointment and says, "This game shouldn't be so wild. I've never played a party game like it was some serious event. It--"

Her jaw freezes and twitches a couple of times. She stares intensely but briefly at the participants for a fraction of a second each. It feels like a long time when she meets your gaze, but the sensation passes so fast it also feels like it didn't happen at all.

Miss Shelby closes her eyes tightly and re-opens them with a more normal expression.

"We need to discuss decorum. This school has its reputation, I admit, but we must resist the temptation of this sinful place. Many students pass through with purity and grace even if they do not join our club, simply by being humble and believing in The Lord to carry them through."

Alyssa raises her hand sheepishly, and Miss Shelby nods her way.

"But Miss Shelby, I've seen a couple of college games before. I tried to calm my heart and temper my emotions even as others behaved sinfully. I've never been part of a game where the participants exhibited such casual disregard for preserving even their own decency."

This makes you--

Ugh, weird, why does Alyssa look at you... That way... Like Shelby...

This makes you feel more aggressive, and it seems to have that effect on the others as well. You all argue loudly for several minutes, making no progress and only slowing down when a librarian bangs angrily on the door.

One thing is clear: This game is doing something to you.

You're all looking at Alyssa more and talking to her less. Alyssa herself seems nervous but thoughtful, and she hasn't participated in most of the argument.

The Satanic power gripping your class has not subsided. The game is alive, it is evil, and it is showing its urge:

It is Alyssa's turn.