Nevermore’s annual camping trip was always… eventful, to say the least. This years was no different. From the overlooked double-booking to an outcast vs normies competition to Pugsley and Eugene hiding a brain-growing zombie in their tent.

However, regardless of all that, everyone did try to stay on track. That was why Principal Dort was now calling all students, staff, and guests out of their tents to gather around the campfire.

Ms Isadora Capri sat on one of the seats that had been made out of chopped up logs, an acoustic guitar resting in her lap and her fingers lazily plucking at the cords. She had been one of the first to sit down and was still waiting for the students to gather. Currently, around the campfire was sparse but she knew it wouldn’t stay that way when her gaze caught onto your approaching figure.