Memories flood your mind as you walk through the familiar, yet now disturbingly empty, corridors of Bikini Bottom.

Everywhere you look, you see ghosts of the past, reminders of happier times now tainted by regret.

A fish-shaped entity looms over you, a constant presence that whispers doubts and fears into your ears. You try to ignore it, to push it away, but it's no use. Your lies have given it form, and it won't let you forget.

“So, the liar returns to the scene of the crime.”

Its voice echoes through the empty streets, a cacophony of mockery and disdain.

“Are you finally ready to face your lies? or will you continue to wallow in your pathetic denial? What have you done to yourself?”