Try to keep lying.

"Wrong answer," Shannon says. With a swift chop, the world goes black around you.

You're faintly aware of talking as you swim in and out of conciousness, until you finally wake. Your arms are behind your back, your wrists hurt-- as they're bound by handcuffs. Someone's put a length of tape across your mouth.

You look around, realizing you're in the back seat of a car. A police car.

You hear the whispers on the lips of your friends and peers. ****. Deviant. They mention a notebook in your room. Damning evidence against you.

You screwed up. There's no going back.

This is... Game over.