Every year, Sturdy Wings hosts a campout where everyone goes out to the woods for a night and participates in stupid outdoor activities. You're a bit older than the other kids in the program, so more often than not, you get left out. You joined the group a bit late, which means you haven't met your big yet, but you know his name is Anson.

Everyone is gathered around the campfire, toasting marshmallows for s'mores as Martin tells ghost stories; which is a feeble attempt at scaring the littles. You're by yourself in your tent, watching from afar, when you notice something: there's two guys and another older boy that are sitting on the edge of the campsite, sitting on a log next to the edge of the forest.