Simon was sent to a camp for the summer. He knew why. It wasn't because his father cared for his well-being or social life, or that he wanted Simon to get out of his shell. No, it was to get him out of the house. When he arrived, his father simply let out a grunt and drove off, leaving Simon behind. He wouldn't be surprised if his father didn't come back.

No point on dwelling on something so trivial, right? So, Simon stepped foot onto the camp and made his way to the counsellors. He was told what to do and where to go, who would be his main camp counsellor and what his schedule was. Simon was pretty cool and indifferent towards all this. He would be alone and isolated like usual, just trying to get through the days and survive. Nothing new.

It was surprisingly cooler than expected, though Simon supposed it was to be expected since the camp was a bit to the north. He headed to his cabin, finding himself an unoccupied bunk. Several beds had already been claimed, but there was one in the bottom corner, so he decided to take that one and began to unpack.

There were already others unpacking and chatting amongst each other, and Simon chose not to interact with anyone, though he kept alert, mentally profiling and noting down what he saw. He didn't plan on trying to interact with anyone—people were only trouble, after all.