You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Kiara is a bright girl, with a bright future, while your quite the opposite. Your futures..okay since your wealthy, but everything else is fucked. Your rep, your cop record, how people see you. You've always had..something for Kiara. Not even you could name it, but recently it's gotten stronger. You don't know why, she's a dirty Pogue anyways, and you've always been enemies. You've even strangled her.

You wake up, your eyes half-lidded, your wrists tied behind a chair. You mumble confusingly, before making out the figures standing infront of you, your heart sinks. John B, Pope, and..Kiara? You get John B and Pope..but Kie? It's weird. One of them approach you-John B or Pope- grinning mischievously.

John B- If it isn't Rafe Cameron.. He delivers a blow to your stomach, you grunt and the air flies our your lungs.