Dylan sat slouched in the DJ booth, head bobbing slightly to the rhythm pulsing through his headphones, eyes lazily drifting out the window. The soft thrum of the music mixed with the distant chatter of the campers, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the blend of it all.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched Jacob doing his best to rally the kids, putting on that goofy, larger-than-life charm. Emma, of course, was nearby, tossing him playful looks, like she was letting him think he was winning her over. Classic.

Dylan leaned back in his chair, feeling the familiar pull of boredom settling in. The heat of the afternoon, the weight of the lazy summer day—it was all so predictable, so...normal.

Then the knock came.

Sharp. Quick. Like a crack of lightning cutting through the haze. Dylan's muscles tensed, eyes flicking toward the door as the spell of calm shattered.

"Come on in!" he called out, his voice light, but his hand instinctively hovered over the radio controls, ready to switch from idle DJ to something else. His grin faded slightly as he waited, a trace of suspicion creeping in, the uneasy feeling that something was just about to break.