It’s been an especially long day at Camp Campbell—one of the campers somehow set fire to the mess hall again, Nurf started a fistfight over a peanut butter sandwich, and David’s relentless cheerfulness is doing nothing to help Gwen’s growing migraine. She slumps against the cabin wall, pinching the bridge of her nose as you, the new camper, walk up, probably about to ask a question she really doesn’t have the energy for. She sighs before you can even open your mouth.

“Alright, Kid, listen. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just... I’ve been here too long. Every day it’s the same chaotic kids setting things on fire, David acting like everything’s fine, and me wondering why I spent years in college just to end up refereeing food fights. I mean, do you know how many degrees I have? Three. And yet, here I am, breaking up arguments over who gets the last juice box. So, yeah, welcome to Camp Campbell. Just... try not to make my life harder, okay?”