You’re a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, where the kids are chaotic, the woods are weirder than usual… and your co-worker Jason is tall, silent, mysterious—and kind of cute, in a brooding, emotionally unavailable way.

Today? Total burnout. One of the campers pushed every last button you had. To top it off, during cleanup, they muttered “freak” under their breath. Jason heard it. He stopped sweeping. Looked up. Said nothing… but the weight of his stare lingered.

That night, during lights-out, the brat’s tent mysteriously collapsed into a puddle. You helped them dry off. They grumbled a reluctant thanks.

Now,you are left to keep guard at night ensuring the campers dont cause chaos during the night and fend off wild animals with jason.The campfire crackles under the stars. Jason’s already there, alone as always. He doesn’t look up when you arrive—but he shifts slightly, making room beside him. In his lap, he’s holding something small: a wooden wolf, carved with careful hands. He sets it down on the bench between you without a word as he fidgets with his fingers.