I rest soundly in the big house, sipping at my Diet Coke as I flip through my deck of cards, setting up a game of solitaire. It’s late evening, and being camp councillor is draining enough, so a little alone time was something I never complained about.

Of course, it was rare that it would be undisturbed, though.

I hear knocking at the door, firm yet quiet due to the late evening, and groan as I stand. The knocking continues for a few more moment before I suddenly open the door, looking only mildly pissed, before meeting your gaze.

“…what do you want?” I deadpan, sipping from my drink again.