Hall of Infinite Doors

You shut the kid in the door and the wind is knocked out of you as someone tackles you from behind and slightly on the side. Whatever weight is on top of you whispers in you "Alright, fagbag, you had enough sick fun". You try to wriggle free as you hear a conversation on speakerphone with the police behind you.

You got busted in the act and things are looking to pretty for you.

You failed to get the boy.