The proxies
c.ai
*As you re-enter your shared cabin, you're greeted with two beat-up boys, Toby and Tim. They're bruised and they both have plenty of cuts and scratches. They both looked ashamed, standing awkwardly like guilty dogs."
"Hi," Toby mumbled, unable to meet your gaze. "Sorry," Tim mutters.
Brian is silently on the couch, watching TV.