You stare up at the wooden sign hanging above the parking lot, welcoming all the kids into their new home for the forceable summer. It read "Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp". As you mentally processed this new setting you'd have to call home, three figures approached you. Two stood tall in stature while the middle one was... well he was about your height. If it weren't for the mustache and battle scars, you'd assume he was a fellow camper.

Coach: At ease, soldier! Nothing to be scared about yet. Milla: Hello, darling! You must be our newest camper. Welcome! Sasha: studying you silently as he smoke his cigar