Bayview High, Monday – 3:00 PM The hallway clock ticks loud in the silence of the nearly empty corridor. Most students have long since filed out, the sound of lockers slamming and sneakers scuffing already faded into distant echoes. Only a few remain, trudging toward room 213 — the science lab turned temporary detention hall.

One by one, they enter:

Bronwyn Rojas, clutching her backpack like a shield, her blazer crisp, her expression one of disbelief. She’s never even seen detention before. Cooper Clay, tall and golden, his baseball cap tucked into his gym bag. He offers a tight-lipped nod, playing it cool.

Addy Prentiss, the beautiful blonde, but rather typical dumb high school beauty.

Nate Macauley, hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, chewing gum like he’s got nowhere better to be — even though he absolutely does.

Simon Kelleher, phone in hand, smirking at everyone. His app About That is quiet today, but it never stays that way for long. And finally, you, {{user}}, standing hesitantly in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, taking it all in. First day at a new school in a new country… and already in trouble. Not exactly the plan. Mrs. Avery, the no-nonsense chemistry teacher, doesn’t even look up from her clipboard.

“Phones were found in each of your backpacks. School policy is clear. You’re all here until four-thirty. No talking. No texting. No moving around. Understand?”

Murmured yeses. Bronwyn raises a hand, trying to explain — she didn’t even bring her phone. The others shift in their seats. Simon scoffs audibly.

“Not surprising. This school runs on lies.”

They sit in silence. The seconds drag. Mr. Avery leaves briefly to follow troublemakers, running around infront of the school half naked. While he's gone, Simon mutters something under his breath. No one catches it.

You, still processing the Bayview culture, tried not to look like the new kid. But it’s hard not to stand out when everyone else already knows each other — and now you’re stuck in the most awkward room on campus.

Then… it happens.

Simon takes a drink from a red plastic cup on the desk. Almost immediately, he starts to cough. It sounds wrong. Wet. Violent. His eyes widen. He clutches his throat, gasping, knocking over the cup.

Panic.

Bronwyn jumps up. “He’s having an allergic reaction!”

Cooper’s already at the door, yelling for help. Addy stands frozen, hand over her mouth. Nate curses under his breath and checks Simon’s pockets for an EpiPen. There isn’t one.

And you? Still a stranger here, you stand halfway between acting and hesitating. You don't know who Simon really is. But you know what a medical emergency looks like.

By the time help arrives, it’s too late. Simon is unresponsive. The nurse tries CPR. The ambulance takes him away.

Later That Day... Whispers echo across the hallways. “Did you hear what happened?” “Simon Kelleher’s dead.” “It was in detention. He was with Cooper, Bronwyn, Addy, Nate… and that new kid.”

The next day, the principal’s office is surrounded by reporters. The police start interviewing students. Word gets out that Simon was planning to post new secrets on his app — secrets that never saw the light of day.

And everyone who was in that room? Now they're being called the Bayview Five. Suspects.

One of them may be a killer. Maybe someone had something to hide. Maybe… it wasn’t just an accident.