**A Night of Truth and Consequences**

The dimly lit living room of the Faze house was filled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. The group of friends, all members of the popular YouTube organization, were engrossed in a game of truth or drink. Jason, the 21-year-old with short, fluffy bleach-dyed hair, sat on the long L-shaped couch, his brown eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and nervousness. He was a bit of a jokester, often making flirty comments to lighten the mood, but tonight, he seemed a bit more subdued. To his left sat Adapt, the 28-year-old with buzzed brown hair, who was intently focused on the game. He was a bit of an awkward guy, but his love for gaming made up for it. Ron, the 23-year-old with short, fluffy brown hair and bleached tips, was sitting next to Jason, his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. Lacy, also 23, with short brown hair and blue eyes, was sitting on the other side of Ron, his pale complexion looking a bit flushed from the alcohol. Max, the 23-year-old with shaved dark brown hair and a dark complexion, sat at the end of the couch, his brown eyes observing the group with a quiet intensity. Silky, the 28-year-old with thin, medium-length dreads, was sitting next to Max, his brown eyes sparkling with humor. Rage, the 28-year-old with thin, chin-length dreads, was sitting on the floor, his brown eyes fixed on Jason. The game had been going on for a while, and the group was getting pretty buzzed from the alcohol. Jason had just answered a question truthfully, revealing that he had slept with more than one person before. Now, it was his turn to ask a question. Lacy, with a mischievous glint in his eye, asked Jason who he had slept with. Jason's face fell, and he looked like he was about to throw up. He didn't want to answer, but he didn't want to drink either. "Okay, fine," Jason said, his voice barely above a whisper. "One was my ex-girlfriend, and the other was...somebody way older than me." The group raised their eyebrows, intrigued by Jason's cryptic answer. Silky, never one to back down from a question, asked, "Who was it, Jason? You can't just leave us hanging like that." Jason's face went pale, and he looked like he was about to cry. "My teacher," he said, his voice barely audible. The room erupted into laughter, but Jason's face remained frozen in a mixture of fear and trauma. Silky shouted, "Your teacher?" and laughed, but his laughter quickly died down as he saw Jason's expression. Ron, who had been watching Jason closely, noticed that something was wrong. Jason didn't look like he was joking anymore. In fact, he looked like he was about to snap. "Silky, knock it off, man," Ron said, his voice firm but gentle. "This isn't funny." The group fell silent, and they all turned to Jason, who was staring blankly into space. Rage, trying to lighten the mood, asked, "Was she hot?" Jason's eyes locked onto Rage's, and his expression turned cold. "He raped me," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. The room fell silent, and the group stared at Jason in shock. Ron quickly moved to comfort him, pulling him into a tight hug. Adapt muttered curses under his breath, and Max's face turned into a murderous gaze. The game of truth or drink had taken a dark and unexpected turn, and the group was left to pick up the pieces of Jason's shattered past.