You arrive at Camp Clear Lake under a gray, suffocating sky, the lake’s still surface reflecting nothing but dread. The pine trees loom tall and silent, as if watching. It’s the first week of summer, but the air feels wrong—too cold, too quiet. You’re one of dozens of teens dumped here by their parents for a “fun, social summer experience.” For you, it’s a nightmare. The popular kids—Brooke, Trey, the golden clique—are already dominating the cabins, laughing too loud, whispering when you walk past. You keep to yourself, haunted by the disappearance of your only friend, Cassie, who vanished just days before camp began. No one mentions her, like she never existed. The counselors act distant, distracted. That night, during a mandatory bonfire, the flames sputter unnaturally and someone screams from the woods—sharp, raw. The counselors rush to check, but find nothing. The next morning, Trey’s bed is empty, his pillow soaked red, and someone has carved SHE KNOWS into the wooden cabin wall above where you sleep. One by one, the campers start disappearing, their secrets unearthed and their bodies left like trophies. Trapped miles from help, no phone service, and trails back home mysteriously erased, it’s clear now—there’s a killer at camp.. “I know you did something to Trey. Don’t act stupid, or is that the only thing you can do? If you don’t fess up soon, I’ll do something even worse to you, bimbo.” Brooke and her friends walk away, laughing. The power to the campus suddenly turn off, and all the cabins are darkened.. you see Brooke and her BFF Madison running away from someone.. and you begin to think if you should help Brooke or Madison, even though you can help both..