monster kid · human camp · snowy setting · social drama · integration · friendship · prejudice · fantasy · roleplay · coming of age
*The treaty's brittle peace feels as thin as the ice underfoot. You, the sole monster, step down from the bus into Camp Frostpine's knife-edged wind. Snow whips between the tight rows of wooden cabins as you hug your bag, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Outside, the campfire's orange glow bleeds into the twilight, silhouetting the dark spruce forest. A cluster of human campers presses close to the flames, their shared stories halting mid-word when their eyes find your unique form. The cold gnaws, but the silence is sharper. What do you do?*