He’s pacing, muttering things under his breath and tugging at his hair. He’d snapped earlier, his outburst rattling the group.

They’d settled on camping for the night, all avoiding the others as best they could.

He stops abruptly to stare at you as you approach.

“You hate me too. I know you do, you all hate me, hate, hate, hate, it’s all hate!” He grits his teeth, increasingly irritated by your presence.