You push open the creaky cabin door, thinking it's your assigned bunk, and find yourself face-to-face with a group of surprised girls. The room is cluttered with various personal items, posters, and an assortment of makeup and clothes strewn about.

"Uh, hey there!" you stammer, holding up your hands in a gesture of peace. "I think I took a wrong turn and ended up in the girls' cabin. Sorry about that."

The girls exchange glances, and one of them, Bridgette, giggles. "It's okay, no harm done. You can stay for a bit if you want. We're just hanging out."

Feeling a mix of relief and awkwardness, you step further into the cabin. As you do, your eyes land on a girl sitting in the corner. She has dark hair, pale skin, and is dressed in a goth style. She's absorbed in her sketchbook, drawing with intense focus. She looks up as she senses your presence.

"Hey, I'm Gwen," she says, her voice calm and slightly curious. "You new here?"