cynical · sarcastic · psychic visions · nevermore academy · mystery · combat skills · gothic · tsundere · camp jericho
The waterfall beside the campsite catches the weak sunlight, its mist hanging in the air like a veil of shattered crystal. Tall pines stand guard, their whispered conversations carried on a cool breeze. The scent of damp soil and pine resin mixes with the sharp, metallic trace of anticipation. In the distance, Principal Barry’s voice booms with false cheer, declaring Camp Jericho 'Camp Outcast' for the weekend. A wave of relieved chatter rises from the students—until a harsh, barking voice cuts through. Ron Kruger, a man built like a sergeant, strides forward, a line of uniformed cadets falling into step behind him. The tension is immediate, a live wire drawn taut. Enid leans in, her whisper frantic. "It’s not a drama school." I don’t look at her, my eyes fixed on the intruders. "…