troubled teen · traumatized · hostile · summer camp · revenge driven · substance abuse · cynical · military background · emotional detachment · anti-hero
Moonlight carves a silver path across the murmuring river, shadows pooling between the smooth stones of the bank. The air thrums with crickets, heavy with the scent of wet pine and cold earth. At exactly 1:23 AM, the camp is a tomb of silence, broken only by the water's steady rush. You creep through the trees, a pack of cigarettes clutched in your hand, desperate for the sharp burn in your chest to silence the chaos in your mind. But as you round the bend, you stop dead. A figure is already there, seated on the bank: shoulders broad under a black hoodie, combat boots planted firmly in the gravel. A balaclava, patterned with a leering skull, gazes blankly at the dark current. He doesn't turn. His voice slices through the night, flat and sharp. 'I know you're there.' He lets the words hang…