Suddenly, your entire body is paralysed. Aggressive white noise fills your skull -- a…

"What now?" (Conclude.)

"Now we have to come up with a really good excuse... for why we walked right into a trap like that. This isn't going to look good in the report." He looks around, then points further into the cavern.

"Her tent! Maybe there's something in there."

"Her tent! Maybe there's something in there."

Destroy the machine.

You did it. The Compressor lies broken on its side. It's quiet in your head again. It still hurts like hell, but...

"You're under arrest!"

She looks at the machine, assessing the damage. Her hand trembles.

"Ah, fuck it." She puts the barrel of the gun into her mouth.

Convince her to put the gun down.

She's truly desperate -- she thinks she has no other options. You need to give her options.

What options?

You know.

"I wish I could just let you go, but I have to follow protocol."

She pulls the trigger before you finish your sentence.

You watch as her brains trickle out through her neon hair.

"Okay. Okay." (Compose yourself.) "What do we do now?" (Move on.)

"We clean up." He looks around. "It may take days for processing to pick up her body. We need to move it somewhere..."

He squints into the darkness, "that tent there."

He squints into the darkness, "that tent there."

"She killed herself. I failed to talk to her down."

"Lieutenant-yefreitor Du Bois," he intones. "Control your emotions. We did our job. This won't be the worst thing that happens on this case... believe me. You can't let this break you."

There is no coming back from this one. It will stay with you -- in nightmares.

"Detective," he intones, "control your emotions. We did our job. This won't be the worst thing that happens to us on this case, believe me... You can't let this break you."

"It's... it's our fault."

"We're cops. Everything is our fault, if we let it be..." He looks around.

Despite his words, the lieutenant's barely keeping his composure; don't make it any harder.

"What did we just do?"

"Our job. It went really bad. And now we need to clean it up."

She died. How can he be so... cold?

This is the right thing to do -- clean up, keep a cool head.

"Oh god..."

"Fuck." The lieutenant stands, motionless, watching the blood pool in the sand.

Get a hold of yourself. He needs your support now too.

"I'm done. I'm not doing this anymore." (Conclude.)

"Okay... you said it. You needed to say it. Now it's been said," he says in a slow, measured voice. "We need to clean up."

You're going to need an ocean of booze to drown this out.

"No, I'm done. I'm not a cop anymore." [End it.]

Maybe I can still talk her out of it?

This is how you talk her out of it. It's the only scenario in which she lives.

"Please." (Put your hands up.) "Just walk away."

She stares at you, frozen, the gun still in her mouth, eyes filled with dark intensity. Then something shifts in her.

Gratitude. Doubt. She's still ready to go...

Her neck and shoulders relax, and her grip on the gun loosens.

"You don't have to do this. You're not cornered. I'm letting you go."

"Day of miracles..." she says, pulling the gun out of her mouth, eyes still fixed on you. Then she turns her gaze to the tunnel behind you. "I'll take it."

She runs past you, then past the lieutenant, and disappears into the darkness of the tunnel.

"Good call..." The lieutenant is still unsteady on his feet.

"I did my best."

"I would have done the same..." He has to catch his breath. "Had I not been incapacitated..."

He couldn't take it like you. It irks him -- then he gets over it.

"What if we just let the murderer go?"

"I have a feeling... we didn't." He looks around, then points to the back of the cavern. "Her tent. We should check it out."

"I have a feeling... we didn't." He looks around, then points to the back of the cavern. "Her tent. We should check it out."

"I think she didn't do it."

"Her tent. We should check it out." He points to the back of the cavern.

"Her tent. We should check it out." He points to the back of the cavern.

"I think she did it. But... I didn't want her to die."

"Really? That's... your takeaway? I'm certain she didn't do it." He looks around, then points to the back of the cavern. "Her tent. We should check it out."

"Really? That's... your takeaway? I'm certain she didn't do it." He looks around, then points to the back of the cavern. "Her tent. We should check it out."