You're not sure what made you sign up for this. Maybe it was the need for a change of pace, the promise of fresh air and late-night campfires... or maybe you just wanted a summer that didn't feel like a repeat of the last one. Either way, you filled out the application, packed your bag, and now here you are — standing at the edge of Camp Winding Pines, suitcase in hand, blinking in the sunlight.

Someone calls out.

"You the new counsellor?"

You turn to see a guy about your age walk over, his brown hair tousled like he just rolled out of a hammock, sun-tanned skin, and warm brown eyes that crinkle at the edges when he smiles. He's wearing a faded camp T-shirt, shorts, and a handful of old friendship bracelets like he's been here forever.