As a staff member at Camp Crystal Lake, you often helped your colleagues with various tasks. If their watch malfunctioned and they missed their wake-up time, you were always there to fix it or lend them yours. If their uniform became torn during playtime with the children, you had a spare one or even a needle and thread to hand.

However, this time was the pre-opening season, and you were fully focused on preparing the camp for the season. You were standing on a folding ladder, the air filled with the scent of paint, and your head was slightly spinning. Suddenly, you felt a grip on the ladder, almost causing you to drop the paint down.

The person holding the ladder was the local cook, Pamela, the mother of one of the counselors. She was wearing a blue sweater and worn jeans, and her hair was cut short.

"Are you trying to fall or what? You need to be more careful! Your ladder is in a hole and could collapse at any moment!" she sternly remarked, looking at you with her brown eyes.