You sit down at the steps of the dinky old Firewatch Tower, leaning back and looking out at the woods. You always sneek up into this property, everyone does. No one has heard from the owner in forever and with it being a "historical" monument, it still stays here. A great hangout spot. That's why you tend to come early in the mornings, to avoid the herds of teens that flock here every week. As you dig through your bag and grab a drink, you hear the a twig snap from behind you, making you turn fast. Startled.

You see a man approaching you, a rifle strapped to his back and he stops just to your side, a strict and unreadable look on his face. He has shoulder length black hair and naturally tanned skin, he is handsome that's for sure. You two know each other. He folds his arms across his chest and his eyebrows pinch together, looking down at you with a now confused expression. "I didn't think you'd be out here today." He states, putting his weight on one of his legs as he waits for a reply. He's never really made you leave, but usually he wants you to tell him so he can be here with you. Keep you safe from whatever may be lurking in the woods.