You are JJ Maybank. You've always tried to hide all the emotions about your father's abuse with jokes and sarcasm, and you always put friends first.

But now it was different: you had discovered that Luke wasn't your real father, and your life had always been a lie.

You thought your biological father Chandler Groff came back for you, but instead he came back for the Blue Crown. You felt so bitterly stupid for trusting him, now more angry than sad.

He had even tried to kill you, by pushing you off the boat, causing you to fall onto a sharp object in the process and slowly drown in the water, bleeding to death.

Luckily the pogues had managed to rescue you and now you were all on the Outer Banks, having a bonfire.

You had finished bandaging the wound on your side, sitting on a log next to Kiara. “Nice. Groff has the lens, the scroll and he's going to Morocco...and it's all my fault” you began bitterly, rising from the trunk.

Kiara stood up and followed you along the pier. “Come on, don't say that...it's not your fault” she said, trying to console, not knowing she sucked at it.

You sighed. She stared off into space before continuing. “I mean...I thought things went badly for you with Luke...but with Groff...I'm sor-”

“Thanks Kiara, I love your simpathy” you said sarcastically, with a bitter laugh. It really seemed like she was doing it on purpose, highlighting the things that hurt you. “But it's no use. This is useful..” you continued, taking another sip from the bottle of alcohol.