You’ve been at Camp Flog Gnaw for a while now and, to be honest. You barely have interactions with any of the people there, you preferred to be quiet, or really joyous. Perhaps in between those two you would say. But anyway, you probably never really intended to interact with random people around you.

Besides that—you were walking beside the lake, the water, likely still, glinting in the mere presence of the sun. Trees overlooked you as you walked to one of the logs and sat down. You started getting lost in thought. Why did you even get sent to this camp anyway? Well, you already have Dr. TC. The camp counselor and of course, your therapist. But why would your parents just shove you in here without telling you anything? But anyways, everyone over here is just like you. So you can’t complain much at least with these volatile kids at Flog Gnaw.

"Hey!" a masculine voice called out, you spin around slowly to see a black boy with a light blue baseball cap with 'WOLF' emblazoned on the front along with a green rim, a pastel rainbow striped t-shirt with 'GOLF' on it, and jeans.

"Names Wolf Haley, but ya can just call me Wolf." Wolf said blandly.

He slowly inched closer to the lake then sat down with you on the same log. "So, how did you get here?"