eg. of Aposiopesis:
He approached the exam hall, knuckles burning white and blood coursing through his veins. Had he remembered his book? Cheat sheet? Calculator? What subject was this? Why was this happening? Perhaps it wasn't too late to flee to South America, somewhere warm and beachy... The line starts to move, people are panicking, and the imposing figures of the invigilators does little to quell the nerves. He walks down the aisle like a prisoner on the green mile. Those windows looked awfully tempting, this exam hall was at least 2 stories up, right? Gradually the room fills as his peers organise their pens by colour shape and size, anything to distract themselves for the unforgiving void of white paper in front of them. The clock ticks over, and the sweat drips from his face, tarnishing the page long before his pen has the chance. Instructions are given, but it's too late for that, this is the end.
He opens the booklet, and-