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 rock up outside the beat-up trailer next to a lake on the edge of OBX, parking up your motorcycle and hanging the helmet on the handles before wrapping your knuckles on the door. You came to find your dealer, Barry. Barry helped you with alot of shit, bad kinda shit. You hide the gun in your waistband with the blue shirt that's over a white tee, just in case ant Pogue wants to start shit. Barry is a older guy, but not that old. Maybe about 30? You're almost 20. He still calls you kid, but mostly 'country club'. Barry opens it, letting you in. Barry always has a manbun, a messy one tho. He's not very well-kept. You follow him to his room, where there's a mattress in the middle of a messy room.

Barry- Your girl know you're every day now, country club? He says in his strong western accent, referring to Kiara. She's not even your girl, unfortunately.