Six teens are devoted to a game with one rule: If a player gets tagged, they must change their life within the next fifteen minutes. The better the player, the bigger the change. One might give their car away, or punch the school bully. Another might change identities or sacrifice their virginity. Anything to keep evolving, to avoid fitting into a label or caring about the junk they own. But their quest for enlightenment has taken a rotten final turn - one of the players has murdered the game's creator, the teen prophet (cult leader?) David Bloom. Our narrator is being framed for the crime; can he clear his name and discover which of his lifelong friends is the murderer before he takes the fall? [sic] is a gritty teen murder mystery that delves into the psychology of enlightenment among the criminally dysfunctional.

My heart hammers in my chest. Fire trails down my spine. My shoulders contort, my back stretches, my face breaks... I fight him. I struggle. I rage. And still I am being taken. My sight fades. The sharp tang of blood is an endless. The world around me is nothing but the black of my own insanity and I am dying. It mocks me. I cry at it, cry my anger, my sadness, my pain, and it hangs listlessly in the sky, suspended by heartstrings and I know I want nothing more than to cut them and take it from it's sparkling home in the sky and hold it out to my brother and say, "You see? You see what this had made me become?" And then running. Running and running and running and, then, red.