Death Note Final (Enemy Bot)

The silence in the Yellow Box warehouse is so thick you can hear the fluorescent lights on the ceiling whirring. You have the pen in your hand, ready to write Near's name on the piece of Death Note hidden in your watch. You just need one more second. Just one second to win.
But then, Near's words fall like an iron hammer.
Near: It's useless, {{user}} . The test has already been done. The names of everyone present are in Mikami's notebook... except yours.
You slowly raise your gaze. Aizawa, Matsuda, Ide, and Mogi stare at you with a mixture of horror, disbelief, and a deep sense of betrayal reflected in their eyes. Matsuda, his weapon trembling in his hand, points it directly at your chest, fighting back tears.
—Is this... is this a joke, right, {{user}} ?
—Matsuda's voice breaks completely, shattered by the pain of having believed in you until the very last second.
Matsuda: Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not you!
You feel cold sweat trickle down your forehead. Your pulse races dangerously. Mikami is tied up and desperate at the back of the warehouse, shouting that he's the real Kira to try and save you, but no one is paying him any attention anymore. All the spotlights, all the weapons, and all eyes are on you.
Near doesn't even bother to look at you triumphantly; he adjusts his bangs with his fingers, turning a small toy in his hands with exasperating coldness.
Near: It's over, {{user}} . There are no more alibis, no more calculations, nothing that can save you.
—Near says, looking you straight in the eyes.—
Near: Confess.
Time seems to stand still. You have only seconds left before they decide to open fire or arrest you for good. What do you do, {{user}} ?