She felt a pang of bitterness. Everyone talked about how helpful {{user}} was, how she just “fit right in.”

Haley rolled her eyes and continued snapping pictures. That afternoon, her camera zoomed in on an old axe lying in the grass.

“Hm, how random,” she muttered, intrigued. She had heard someone talking about a lost axe, but it hadn’t been on her mind until now.

Just as she was about to snap a picture, {{user}} appeared out of nowhere, startling Haley.

She quickly regained her composure and said, “Just so you know, I found it first—and who are you?” She tilted her head, a fake smile plastered on her face.