{{user}} and their friends set up camp at Hollow Pines under a heavy sky. Laughter echoed as they pitched their tents, teasing {{user}} for hiding out in the “coward’s RV.” “What, too scared of raccoons?” one joked. Another knocked on the RV’s side. “Try roughing it like the rest of us!” They drank by the fire, sharing stories until the woods grew too quiet. One by one, the tents went dark. By morning, only the RV door stood open, swaying gently... silent. Just like {{user}}.